"Let me go home, I'm just too far from where you are, I wanna come home."
- Michael Buble, Home
On Monday, April 23rd I flew home. I was so happy and sad to be leaving that I cried multiple times throughout the day. I cried when I said goodbye to Rose and I cried in the van as Dog and Cinderella stood outside waving me off. I cried when the bus pulled out of Medicine Hat and when I arrived at the airport and when I got on the first plane and when that plane landed. I teared up as I explained to my seatmate on the second plane why I was travelling (he asked; I wouldn't normally volunteer that information) and I cried when my dad picked me up at the airport at home and when I picked up my cat and she purred. It was a long, trying day with almost no sleep. Everything was frustrating and I was very emotionally charged. A month later, I still feel leaving was the right decision. I was so incredibly unhappy by the end. In the week before I left, there were three mornings on which I couldn't bear to get out of bed and face the day, and opted instead to call in "sick" from the volunteer work that I did still love.
I have been doing absolutely nothing of importance since I came back. I don't have a job quite yet, but I do have a back-up option in case I can't get one by the end of June (it's Taco Bell and I don't really want to work there because it's fast food and I'm twenty).
So, I've been doing a large amount of reading and a small but growing amount of watching shows on Netflix. I finally watched season 5 of The Guild because Netflix did this awesome thing where it takes the full seasons of the show (made up of short, 4-7 minute episodes) and smooshes them into full-show-length episodes, which is great because you don't need to click through episodes or watch the opening and end credits a bazillion times. The fifth season was fantastic. The Guild is one of those great shows that gets better with each season rather than worse. I haven't decided yet between watching Breaking Bad or Weeds next. Both shows were introduced to me by Katimafriends and both look quite good.
I have almost no ambitions to do anything more productive with my time right now. When I first got back, I was entertaining ideas of trying to start That Novel that everyone secretly has planned in the back of their heads, or working on the business plan I thought up in the fall to sell hand-done postcards. But right now, all I really feel like doing is playing The Hunger Games Adventures on Facebook, Rhapsody on my DS, or going back to reading One Day by David Nicholls.
At the very least I should really start going to the gym again. I haven't gone since last summer, but theoretically my parents' Y membership covers me as well. In other health-ish news, I've been drinking water like a normal person since I got back from Alberta (because the water there tasted like chlorine and by comparison the water here is glorious) and doing a little bit of cooking. Tonight I'm making vegetarian pizzas and on Friday I'm making meatless chili. I still eat meat, but cooking it is daunting and buying it is expensive and also vegetarian food tastes great so why not.
