My cold has now developped into a full blown dust allergy (I think) and I am now the sole reason for the Kleenex company to exist. Don't worry, I won't die. But I must say I get eager to leave this continent. I am getting tired of my living arrangement. I no longer enjoy hitchhiking to work. Work itself is a painfull experience if any, with my 1st assignment since I came back from vacation consisting of translating a Document from Sierra-Leonese English (sort of) to French (urgh ! how stimulating...). I want to leave.
One of my friends is leaving in 3 days, I hadn't realized... I'll miss him, but I know we'll meet again in Montreal, so I'm not worried about loosing sight of him. Friend #2 leaving soon as well, and I don't know when I will meet her again. With my departure in now less then 4 weeks, I am also leaving behind friends, whom I've grown to consider a part of me, and I don't know when I'll see them again. I don't want to leave.
I did my first online application yesterday. I sent my resume to an attorney in Montreal, in response to an add posted in workopolis. I will try to apply to stuff daily til I leave. It helps me feel better about the professionnal aspect of coming home. I don't want to go home.
Though I must say, the prospect of having my appartment and car back and finding mother, boyfriend, old friends, is sufficient to make me want to come back. I want to go home.
Am I going nuts, or what ?