The day has been tiresome. Waking up to a skinny black cat licking my fingers and playing with my arm is always entertaining. Two nights in a row of waking up in a bed that’s not mine (and by that, I just mean Britney and Rachel’s, hah, RE-LAX.) I am trying to make the most of my time left with two of some of my most favorite people in this beloved city. In soon times, I shall be off to a summer rippin’ the west coast of Vancity/Cali, Brit is off to find me a four-leaf clover in Ireland, and Rachel will be ‘OPA-ing’ on the beaches of Santorini, Greece. When I return, they will both still be away, therefore I make no waste of what I have left.
Last night was spent watching Freaky Friday with Rachel and cooking up some pesto-pasta. I walked about the empty bedroom with nothing but a gigantor back pack that contained the six month’s worth of clothing/supplies she will bring with her. I went nuts at the fact that she couldn’t even squeeze in a pair of boots! (Which left me then to offer my free boot-sitting services, teehee.) I am so proud and excited for the adventure she’s going to embark on next week that it makes me quarter-wish that I didn’t get into school so that I could use all that money I saved up in the summer to visit her/the rest of Europe.
I am getting incredibly antsy.
I just want it to be April 30th already so I can throw up the deuces to the life I’ve lived in Toronto for the last year, stop over in the Peg City to party, and touch down in my hometown to the waiting welcoming parade. Coming back here will be different in August.
I have been getting bloody tired of things as of late. I just don’t care anymore. I don’t care about things like I used to. Change of focus. Change of environment. Change of responsibilities. Change of people.
I. Just. Don’t. Care.
My cake-in-a-cup delicious tea is finished. (Sri-Lanken long leafed Rooibos.)
I must sort the laundry.
I’ve spoken my piece.