I broke a record last month: The fewest blog posts posted in a single month since I started. It was two. Pitiful.
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.
A parody of The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien mixed with 1960s America. Enjoy.
Source: The Hobbette
The Calgary Stampede kicked off this morning with the annual parade, and while I didn’t officially go, I did have to cross the crowds, and closed-off, horse-poop-laden streets to get to work this morning.
Wow. I did not expect to be busy once back. The complete opposite, actually. The majority of my friends reside in other countries and I thought my social life would sag, at least at first. You always hear about people having trouble meeting up with existing friends and making new friends after university. Thankfully, I have a huge extended family and there’s always something going on. So I’ll try my best to catch you up to what I’ve been doing since getting back.
When I first left for England, my little brother was nine years old. Today, he’s twelve.
Time flies, doesn’t it?
Somewhere on the other side of the ocean, my sister turns 17 today. This is to her.
From what I hear, you’re a lot like I was at your age. Chasing dreams, refusing to leave the clouds when the ground called. But the ground’s going to get louder now. September will bring your last year of high school. Adults will be asking you to make big choices that they say will impact your life, although yesterday they still considered you a child.
I had my last university class today. I’m really going to miss this. But I miss home, too, just a little. It’s April Fools Day today so I can’t help but think of my little brother who absolutely loves this holiday. He was nine years old when I first left, and he’ll be twelve when I get back. It’s insane how fast everything’s gone by.
Yesterday I said I would be braver, so today I’m going to write about what scares me more than anything: my feelings.
That was supposed to be funny. Things are never funny when I try to make them funny. It’s a curse, really.
It is a minute to midnight and I’m running on the last juices of my battery. My dog Foxy is asleep at my feet. I’m the only one awake. My siblings went to sleep early, excited for the early Christmas we’ll be having tomorrow while here at my dad’s house.