And So Life Continues

Hello All!

So, I have been down south for nearly two weeks now, and surprise of surprises, I love it! The Groens are great people, and I feel like I fit into their family very well… even though I do still feel rather invasive at times… School is going well, I had my first math test on the first unit on Friday, and I found out today that I got the top mark in the class! Woot! Very exciting. I am taking Religion, Math, Tech, Biology and Phys Ed and so far I’m enjoying all of the courses.  I did end up getting a cell phone, so I now have an expensive new addiction, but it’s kinda nice.

This past weekend was great, I went shopping with a few girls Friday night and then we met up with some guys at McDonalds afterwards and chilled for a bit, then Saturday I went to Canada’s Wonderland with a bunch of friends and had an absolute blast. On the way back we got stuck in a traffic jam, so I opened my window and asked all the people how their day was going… I heard a couple life stories and hopefully made a few peoples day J Then we all went out for supper at Boston Pizza and went our separate ways full of food and good memories. Sunday I read a book on the balcony and got a bit of a tan for the winter. It was a relaxing and beautiful day.

Anyways, I should go do all the things I should be doing… basketball tryouts tomorrow!

Have a great night!

Heather

It's really happening!

On Monday I leave my home and travel to a new home for the winter. I’m nervous, I’m excited, I have no idea what to expect. It doesn’t feel real yet… even though Monday is tomorrow already. I still have to finish packing… I sent two suitcases down this past week so now it’s just the last minute stuff. I feel like I’m forgetting everything, but at the same time that I have way too much. I feel completely un-organized. And I feel very detached… as though I was watching myself, watching it all happen but not being affected by it. But I am. Perhaps I’m trying to feel detached so I don’t feel anything.

Yesterday was my last day of work at the chipstand. It was strange. I closed and went home. We had a campfire and Shirley mentioned how it was my second last night here. It registered, but it didn’t really, you know? Then this morning I woke up at eight and mentally counted the hours till I had to go to work but then remembered that I was done work, and today was Sunday. A few minutes later mom came to my room to tell me breakfast would be ready soon.

I’m in a melancholy state of mind… there are so many ‘last times’ happening. I will be happy though. Am I not the girl who always has a smile on her face? I need some sad music right now. And a hot cup of tea.