Well, it's been a while. Katimalife is crazy busy. A few weeks ago I was House Manager for the first time, which means I stayed home from work all week and cleaned the house and cooked supper for everyone. It was really cool. I learned how to make greek salad and sushi, and I learned that you can find cleaning instructions for anything on the internet (our towels no longer smell like mildew, and it's all thanks to me!). I'll talk more about the House Manager experience next time I do it, that is the week from March 5-9.
Last week was billeting. Everyone cleared out of the house and stayed with different families in the community, while Roo went to New York with a friend of hers. I stayed with this really nice woman who works with disabled children at a local high school. She took me to three hockey games and, to my surprise, I enjoyed watching them immensely. I remember that when Jewel and I went to one in grade 8 I liked it a lot, but I assumed at the time that it was just spending time with her that I enjoyed so much. Nope. I'm a hockey fan.
Having my own bedroom for a week was glorious. I had a big squishy double bed and even my own bathroom. And best of all, I got home from work about a half an hour before my host, so I had some time actually alone in a house. I've been referring to the week as my "Katimavacation" because I was about ready to murder a few people and now I'm very relaxed again. I really valued my alone time but found myself missing the group. It was nice to know coming back was going to feel good.
Barry went home on medical leave because he has mono and he won't be back until March 1. Now, I know it is the 22nd of February and to anyone outside of Katimavik that doesn't seem like a long time. But everyone in the house (Fox especially) is really feeling his absence. The one week that we were all apart felt like forever - Rose and I met up halfway through the week and we felt the need to linger on our goodbyes, even though we knew we would see each other again in four days - so now that we're all back together except for him, it feels really wrong. I understand a lot better now the atmosphere on shows like the Masterchef series, how it feels when someone gets eliminated.
It's both comforting and scary to know that we feel this connected already. It's comforting because it means the next four months (where has the time gone?) are going to be fun being together. But it's scary because it makes it hard to imagine what finishing the program is going to feel like. I get to go back to Wrecking Ball and my family and my sorority and my friends and my cat. But I'll be leaving behind these people that are becoming a very huge part of my life. I don't know how I feel about that, but I guess I'll handle it when the time comes.
A great shout out to my sorority, as I received my sweatpants and tshirt yesterday and I think they're fantastic! And a happy birthday to that guy I love :)
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