Leaving The Nest

Yesterday I left the nest.  Packed up all I needed and headed out to my new home.
Staying in housing for school for the first time and so far, I feel okay.  I felt great sadness as I watched my family leave without me yesterday.  My mum and sister cried, and it felt strange to sleep in a new place, in a bed that wasn't mine.  However, I haven't cried and I don't yet feel weird.  I feel fairly comfortable here and I've kept myself busy for the most part, so maybe I just haven't had time to think about how my friends and family are further away now.
My room-mates seem nice so far and we've already bonded well enough to be pretty comfortable with each other.  I only hope I can make other friends as well; I don't want to become that person that clings to their room-mates and doesn't socialize with anyone else.  I'm quite excited for the first day of school and I'm even more excited to start exploring this new city.  I'm even excited to go back home, see familiar faces, and bring back some more stuff to entertain myself and decorate my side of the room with.
So far, this experience is exciting.

Operation Repo

This is one of those shows that has a bunch of stupid people, but you can't help but be entertained.  I also think it's a perfect example of how disgusting it is, some peoples' attachment to material objects.  People are willing to risk life and limb (and not necessarily their own) to keep someone from taking their precious vehicles or whatever they happen to have missed a payment on.  People are willing to kill a repossession person so that they can keep their car?  How pathetic.  They're not going to keep their car.  They're still going to have it taken away and then guess what?  They get arrested and jailed for murder, or attempted murder.  Good job, genius, how did that plan work out for you?

People are so stupid.

Life

Me last night, basically.

As I was typing away on my floating laptop, I suddenly started thinking about how much things were going to change once I leave next week.  I started thinking about how I will no longer be reading all the time to my mum while she cleans, or that I won't be able to play her some music while she does something else.  Then I started thinking about the fact that I might not even come home again once I leave, unless I come back for the summer to prepare for a year abroad.  Let's face it, it would be much more convenient and less expensive if I find my own place where I'm going; rather than continue to reside in housing.

It made me sad, really.  This has been all I've ever known and to know that my home may not be my home for much longer is a bit sad, even if it is just a part of life.

So close...

After doing an official campus tour of the university I'll be attending in a little over a week, it suddenly seems so real.  I've acquired an I.D. card, filled out a job application, reserved a room for housing, I've almost completely depleted my savings, signed up for classes, bought my textbooks, set up a shopping list and my mum even insisted on buying me a school sweater, while my grandmother bought me a bear key-chain wearing a school shirt.  It's hit me that yes, this is happening, and it's happening soon.
In exactly one week, I leave the only home I've known.  I leave my friends, I leave my girlfriend, and I leave my comfort.  Yes, I have wanted this.  Yes, I have wanted to experience going out in the world on my own.  Yes, I have wanted to attend a "real" college.  Doesn't make it any easier to leave behind the people I love, knowing it'll be harder to hang out with them, or to see them.  Sometimes I worry that things won't work out.  Will we have enough money to pay for my housing?  For my groceries?  For my school supplies and other needs?  I've spent so long buying things for myself, paying for my entire education thus far, paying for my entertainment, for my clothes, for my gas, for my trips, that I've almost forgotten if it's even possible for my mum to pay for some of this stuff.  It makes me worried, really.
Aside from the worry and the stress, I am getting pretty excited.  I plan on getting the college experience I've wanted.  Getting involved in clubs and rallies and whatever else.  I hope it turns out just fine.

Awkward Moment

That awkward moment when you're not yet sure if you're on hugging terms with a new friend:

I hate that moment.  Or when they attempt to give you a hug and you're completely caught off guard and you can't help but think-yell, "What's happening?!"

A Favourite

One of the pictures I took while in Vancouver:

The skytrain was passing by while we were on the bridge towards Science World.  Looks pretty neat.  I love how it came out.  Very sharp, no blurring going on, even though the train was rushing by and there's a lot of Vancouver going on in the background, so it seems to me.  I loved Vancouver.

Check

•Two towels and hand towels
•Two bed covers and pillow cases
•One fluffy pillow
•One safe
•One printer

Just listing some new things I've gotten, or bought, for college living.  I'll be living on campus and I'm getting a little nervous.  Just a little over two weeks and I leave.  I leave my friends, I leave my family, I leave my girlfriend, I leave home.  I'm not too happy about leaving everyone, but I'm pretty excited for the experience of being on my own and going to an actual university.  I just hope it all turns out to be okay.