limelife
"Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains." - Rousseau
time to get packin'
Wow. Its crazy here, everyone is packing to leave and go home, well those lucky enough not to be doing intersession. Its so sad, everyones all teary, depressed and everything else that goes with leaving people you know and your day to day life behind. Everyone thinks going "home" at christmas and easter and all the long weekends makes the town, or towns that you grew up in home, but living in residence is like a family itself. It becomes home, with the terrible food, no baths, not so nice shower places, small hard beds, close quarters with people you only met 7 months ago. It all becomes normal, natural even. So leaving it if only for 4 months seems like an envitable loss, yet something we all wanana do. How long will you be home before you wish you were back here, the 5 am talks, the 3 am coffee, the drunken nights, the wild parties, the lazy afternoons, the running around where ever whenever, without much control. its like a rip back on independence that you gather from leaving home for the first time. I however have lived away from home for the last 5 years, and this feels like the first home I've been lucky enough to have in those years. Moving 2000 miles away from your family on your own is one thing, going to a school is another. Its like a support structure to be around people you know care about you, will miss you just as you miss them. I wont be going home after the weekend, but I will be going to Corner Brook, only 3 hours from "home" and an hour away from where my school is, so i'll settle for the scattered weekend at res, and maybe one at "home" and not worry abit about what I'm missing, except on the friday nights that should be spent else where, the sundays in bed till 4pm, and the trips to Tims in the middle of the night to settle my craving. Working will take away most of that adventure, being away from those who do it day in day out will too..cause regardless how old the people you know, its not the same during the summer months. Summers are spent with the first few weeks of hardcore, then its a big routine of daily crazyiness. You'd think i was a big partier or drinker but nope thats not true either. Its all about limits. Life is sure gonna be unexpected this summer.
No changes - waiting on the world to change
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