Home, I suppose.

I remember the days when the end of the street seemed so far away.
Coming back to the town where I grew up has been like having an old familiar sweater of yours returned. You knew exactly how it felt on you,  knew every threadbare spot, every dangling thread, and the worn cuffs and stains simply added character. So anything different is just obvious. Similarly, living in the same small town for the past 18 years of your life... It's an area that you've never NOT known. Returning, I can't help but notice every minuscule detail that's changed since I've been gone. Short story? It's weird to be back. Not to mention I've got a bunch of new things that I need to find places for.

Being back in Canada doesn't necessarily mean my adventure is over and I'm back at home. To that I say: HECK NO. Here I am, chillaxin' in Vancouver, watching copious amounts of television and waking up earlier than I want to. The problem with returning from a trip such as the one I was on, is that everything seems more dull afterwards. You don't wake up every day in AFRICA thinking, "Wow, what can I do today that is completely AWESOME?!" Yeaaahhh, you just end up with thoughts going through your head on how much you wish you were still off in the big wide world, doing cool stuff and meeting cool people. Which is the worse mindset EVER. I'll admit, my first little while away from Tanzania, I was pretty gutted. But now I'm coming around to the frame of mind where there's always something awesome to do, with cool people, no matter where you are. Which is a much more fun place to be. Mentally, that is..

I need a job. Ugh. I have to get home before I can get a job though, I suppose. Rarararawwwrrr. Liiiittle steps. OH and I need to start figuring out university stuff. That's always interesting. And I don't have a car right now. Yup. This is more of a to-do/ woe is me list than a blog, so I'll just cut it off here.