What an adventure.
I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry that I took two months to write again. No one is even going to read this by now, but I’m feeling the heat, trust me.
I honestly put off this last entry for so long because I didn’t want to face the fact that I’m at the end of my European adventure. I didn’t want to close that part of my life. It’s been a bad breakup.
I have decided not to post my last few weeks of adventures. I feel like I have let it fester too long, and I won’t get the emotional component right. Instead, I will tell you a bit about how I feel being back in KAMLOOPS, BC, CANADA!!!!!
On Italy, so far I miss the buzz and excitement in all of the streets, the hope of running into George Clooney, shyly practicing my Italian, and of course the food. Ok and the wine.
I miss the adventurous side of me that was out in the world, an ocean apart from everything I’ve ever known, travelling around and meeting whoever the hell I came across.
Since I’ve come home though, I have naturally fallen back into some of my old habits like my old job, eating sushi too many times a week, getting speeding tickets, and partying with my best pals.
I have however changed. It is very weird to be expected the same things and even be able to do all of the same things as before but just feel differently about them. Everything has somewhat picked up from where it left off, but I’m just different. Sometimes I just want to scream don’t you know that I’ve been to Europe on my own for six months!!!! But most of the time it’s nice to have a part of me that is mine and mine alone.
I felt mixed emotions when I first came back. The ride home from the Seattle airport was wonderful with my Baba and mother. After literally driving next my old car just outside of Merritt, I felt really strange, almost claustrophobic.
I didn’t feel that way when I got home. My house is such a great place to live. My mother makes the best food and keeps a fridge full of leftovers for lunch and well stocked full of everything I like. My dad still won’t share the remote-no change there :P Home will always be home that’s for sure.
The weekend after I got back some friends and I went down to Vancouver to check out the Olympic action. It was the best way to be welcomed back ever… uber Canadian style.
I missed everyone so much, it’s crazy to think about it now but how I felt two months ago- wow! I am the luckiest person in the world.
I got accepted into the bachelor’s of journalism program for September as a third year student, so thanks for listening all of this time!! I'm so excited I wish it would just start already...
I’m seeing a nice boy who treats me well called Keith, and you know what, I’m really happy to be back in Kamloops!!!!
If I haven’t seen you yet… please call me because I’m back, and I missed you!