My Roommates Boyfriend Came Back Today…
But so far none of my other friends have made it back to Vancouver.
It’s cool though, because I spent the day on the beach anyways, and now I’m going to order myself a whole pizza and watch The Princess Diaries.
Gentlemen, any takers?
‘Tis a beauty of a day today in PC. The sun is shining, it’s hitting 25 degrees, and I can finally stop worrying about wearing pants.
Because really, who the hell likes pants.
6:30, my patio. Be there. Also, that drink is Raspberry Lemonade Beer. Delicious.
As my brother would say “I can see why Greece is fucked up; how could you work when it’s this nice outside?”
Cherry blossom, shame it’s not as good as VanCity’s
I’m still not really into being home, but if stays this nice, then really how can I complain.
B-Day party tonight
Life is looking up people, if only I could find a job to go with it….
PC Sunset’s over the harbour.
Home for the Sumer
I don’t really want to be home.
Which is a very weird mindset for someone who spent months wishing they could get out of Vancouver and come back here. Now though, I don’t want to be here at all. Everything feels very odd now that I’m back home, and none of it is in a good way.
Living with my parents is a very odd concept, especially with my mother who has a habit of trying to control everything I do. Even if she wasn’t like that though, it would just be weird coming back and having someone worry about you, or disapprove of your actions, because friends rarely do that. When I’m at my dad’s although he is more lax about a lot of things, it’s still weird knowing that part of my independence is gone.
It’s worse because I have no way of getting around places now that I’m here. The bus is really far to expensive if you don’t buy a bus pass, and really, this city is too spread out for me to bike everywhere, although I have been trying recently. I feel as though I can’t really get out and do the things I want, and even if I could, I have no one to do them with.
The more I come home, the more I realize how separate my friends are too, and it frustrates me dealing with that. I feel like whenever I’m home I’m getting pulled in multiple directions. People are always telling me that I absolutely MUST hang out with them when I’m home, and if I’m home for a week and don’t see them at least twice, them I’m a bad friend. I’m constantly being pulled in multiple directions, and people leave me feeling guilty that I didn’t get to see them.
I love my friends I really do, but I’m not only home for them, and I have family and other friends to see. I wish that my friends would all just hang out in the same flippin room for a few hours, then I could see everyone I need to see, and I don’t feel like my week is packed with things that I really don’t have time to do.
Every time I’ve come home this week, I’ve left not really wanting to come back and deal with that again. There is way too much stress involved in coming home, and most of the time it’s not even my parents putting it on me. It’s been really bad, because even coming home for the summer it hasn’t changed, despite the fact that I can be here for four months (although, I am trying to change that. I really don’t want to be here for four months). Some people are always reminding me that I haven’t seen them yet, but I’ve only been home for 5 days, just relax, I’m still you friend even if I didn’t run to your house the first day I got home.
Next year I’m probably only going to come home at Christmas, because I don’t want to feel stressed out or guilty about something I shouldn’t. I’d much rather be in Vancouver, where my friends all hang out together.
This city always manages to surprise me, and this whole week has been no different. Once everyone started leaving rez, I thought that this was the worst decision I had ever made. Why did I ever choose to stay in an empty dorm for the rest of the week? Now that I’ve been here though, it’s been amazing to have some time to sit back and relax with some of my friends. I feel like Vancouver has shown my something new every day (in a totally cliche way).
Maybe it’s because I’ve been waking up every day with no expectations it’s been making each day better.
Today the only thing I wanted was to go to the SUB and get a bagel, but since it was closed it required us to venture out a little more. Me and my two friends ended up spending the day in the park:
And going out for lunch at an awesome cafe:
A day that was suppose to be full of sadness and longing for the people who aren’t hear anymore ended up being really really enjoyable. We even found a new ride:
A large part of me just doesn’t want to go back to Ontario at this point, even with the dwindling number of people here. It just seems like there is always something interesting and fun to do, and always someone to do it with. Ontario is going to be really god damn lonely this summer, and I’m not excited for that.
Also, I went sea kayaking yesterday. The outdoorsy person inside of me had a field day. It was amazing.
I guess the goal for this summer is try to make some days as interesting as the last couple have been for me.