Wow, I’m posting a lot lately. Is it BEDA yet?
This is what my bed looks like tonight, after hours of laundry last night and putting back my quilt into its cover: http://twitpic.com/kbhc7. No damage done, except one spot on my quilt that didn’t disappear entirely, but it’s hidden by the cover anyway, so that’s not a problem. Phew.
Did I ever post in here about that concept map I had to do for one of my classes? That was all over Twitter and Facebook, I think, but anyways. Before I was done, I was thinking that I really had too much work to do, and I didn’t see how I would find time to do everything. Then I was done, and I realised that it’s not that bad. I do have a lot of stuff, all due before the end of the month (last exam is on October 28), but I basically took the week-end off. I’ll probably want to kill myself later for that, but that wouldn’t be the first time. I feel guilty though. I went to the uni library today to find some books to start researching for a team project. I spent some time there, reading the books and I got good stuff, but I didn’t actually start the research then. I borrowed the books and called my mum: “Hey, what’s for dinner?” I had dinner with my mum and brother (chinese food! yes!), then I felt like watching some TV with them but there was nothing to watch. My mum told me she didn’t mind seeing that “Deal or No Deal - Montreal Canadiens” special again and I hadn’t seen it, so I watched it. Then she drove me home. It was still early, I could have started getting some info in those books I borrowed, but I watched the Glee and Dollhouse episodes from this week (my mum can’t watch them cause they’re in English, that’s why I was saying there was nothing but Deal or No Deal that I could watch when I was there).
I just missed my family, I guess. I wanted to be with them all weekend – and I’ve been most of the time when I wasn’t at work (or doing laundry or getting books at the library). It felt good. I like living on my own, I really do, but I miss them so much. It’s also so different from my other “living-away-from-home” experience. I was living farther away (an hour and a half car ride, two hours bus ride) with crappy roommates. Whenever I was there, I wanted to be home, but not because I missed it – because I wanted to be away from there. When I was home, I was missing the freedom of living on my own, and sometimes my mum and my brother even got on my nerves. I was never totally satisfied. Now it’s just so different. I like both lives. I don’t know if I would go back to live full-time with my mum if, for example, my roommates both decided to leave and I still had enough money to pay rent, but I’d probably like to live a little closer. Lately I’ve been thinking how awesome it would be if I had a car (obviously I can’t afford that and it’d be kind of stupid since I live close to the metro – I wouldn’t even take it to go to uni), because I could go see them whenever I wanted. It’s a 20 minutes drive (if there’s no traffic), but an hour or more in public transport. …*sigh*
And to say I used to be thinking of studying abroad or go work very far away from home. Now I realise that I couldn’t. Maybe I could have, a few years ago, but now it’d be too hard. I guess I’m stuck here, then. Oh well. That doesn’t keep me from travelling. The best part of travelling is that I can take people with me.
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