I do all these things and then I wake up and do more things again.

Greetings. Well, firstly, I just re-read my last post which I forgot about and man, a bit of a bitter expat day huh?  But those happen, it’s all good.

The title: ever feel like that? I mean, you wake up and have to go to work again?  But I’ve been working the past 3 days! And there’s more laundry to do? And I’m out of food? I feel as if I live at Tesco’s sometimes. Oh no, a trip to the post office? I can’t handle that.  Remember when you were 12 and your day consisted of riding your bike around the neighbourhood and getting a chocolate bar when you met your friends at the 7-11.

Lately I’m feeling a bit overstretched. So much to do. Work’s great, but very busy. Social life as well. One weekend I would just like to sit in my room and have my meals and necessities delivered to me by a well-trained and clean monkey butler. To not answer my phone. There’s so much going on in my head. As much as I rarely have time to think lately, when I do, it’s seemingly the more heavy things.

I just found out (via Facebook, of course) that my cousin and his wife back home had a baby – amazing news. It’s very weird not to be there to see my new little cuz and hang out with the family. It’s strange. In a sad way but also in a weird, “I’m growing up” sort of way.

I’ve also realized lately that after 2 years in the UK, it’s feeling more like “home”.  The things I used to hate are bugging me less…or perhaps I’ve just learnt to ignore them.  But I’m gradually getting used to it all to the point where the things that once seemed huge and really different aren’t phasing me anymore. In fact, I often have to struggle and think quite hard about “how they do XYZ” back home, or what the name of that great little pizzeria in Toronto I used to go to all the time is called. And then, upon realizing I forget and feeling as if doing so means deserting my home country, I frantically google “Toronto + pizzeria + college street” until something rings a bell. I guess, though, it’s  a good thing…it means I’m transitioning better here (than I did in Scotland) and actually enjoying it.  This morning I gave rather complex directions to some tourists and was pretty proud that I no longer walk around with a map book of London, but just know parts of it well.

Today was weird though. I awoke to a BBM from my brother, a BBM from a good friend, a lengthy FB message from an old uni roommate and an email from my Aunt and Uncle about said new baby (their granddaughter) and well, it made me incredibly homesick.  Before, my homesickness was for things like good customer service, the wide open spaces of Canada, or Wendy’s Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers.  Now though, it’s for my dad, my brother, my family, my friends. I could give two craps about a box of Timbits, I just want to see my loved ones. Although, if they had a Frostie when they met me, I wouldn’t say no to it.

Anyways, I will try to get back on blogging but if life stays this busy, I can’t promise. I’ve still gotta update you about my travels to Spain and Germany, as well as Thanksgiving in London.  And then there’s Christmas, which I can’t even go into right now, other than to say it might be my first Xmas away from home and I don’t really know how I feel about it.

Good day.

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