I have been back in Toronto nearly one week and so far I have nothing that exciting to report. I think I am partly forcing myself to remain fairly low key at the moment because inside I am moaning about how much I'd rather be in Brighton or London than here... it's not really fair to those around me to keep moping around, so I will make an effort to change this.
Tonight: I am meeting up with my good friend Kathryn for shopping and dinner after she finishes work downtown.
Saturday night: I am meeting up with another friend from my undergrad years, John, for drinks.
So far, those are my only big plans. Oh yes, and to find work. I don't even really know what I want to do for work anymore. I've been asked what my ideal career would be twice in the last month and can't really come up with a decent answer. Is that a bad thing?
I feel like I'm not really growing up so much as I'm getting older. I have friends who are younger than me who are married, or have kids, or both. Most of my friends have some type of job and if they are unemployed like me they at least know what they want to do/what they want to be.
When I was nine years old I wanted to be a rock star...
But for now I will push forward and attempt to find a new goal. Although, today I am going to allow myself to relive my final day in the UK which was exactly one week ago.
I spent ten wonderful hours in London in the company of my fantastic friend, Jack. We had lunch in the park with his brother and the other businessmen and women on their lunch breaks, walked around for hours and ended up enjoying a few (too many) pints in two different Islington pubs. It was the perfect way to end my year in England.
Poo, being home is hard.
Tonight: I am meeting up with my good friend Kathryn for shopping and dinner after she finishes work downtown.
Saturday night: I am meeting up with another friend from my undergrad years, John, for drinks.
So far, those are my only big plans. Oh yes, and to find work. I don't even really know what I want to do for work anymore. I've been asked what my ideal career would be twice in the last month and can't really come up with a decent answer. Is that a bad thing?
I feel like I'm not really growing up so much as I'm getting older. I have friends who are younger than me who are married, or have kids, or both. Most of my friends have some type of job and if they are unemployed like me they at least know what they want to do/what they want to be.
When I was nine years old I wanted to be a rock star...
But for now I will push forward and attempt to find a new goal. Although, today I am going to allow myself to relive my final day in the UK which was exactly one week ago.
I spent ten wonderful hours in London in the company of my fantastic friend, Jack. We had lunch in the park with his brother and the other businessmen and women on their lunch breaks, walked around for hours and ended up enjoying a few (too many) pints in two different Islington pubs. It was the perfect way to end my year in England.
Poo, being home is hard.
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Hi honey. Sorry you are having a tough time being back home. I am thinking about you and hoping things get better soon. I'll be back in the US on Monday and I am wondering what the shock will be like. In a weird way, it's nice to know I am not alone in the transition even though I wish no one had to feel sad. xo
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