Eve
Last night of my last co-op term. Staying up late to finish packing, clean up, write farewell notes, and talk to Vancouver friends before leaving. It hasn't hit me yet that I'm leaving BC in a bit over twelve hours. I have a feeling that I won't fully realize it until I arrive home, sit on my bed in my room, and start thinking about everything. I've been in this province longer than I've been in Ontario this past year; it feels like I've always been here. I wonder how long it'll take me to get over the jetlag.. readjust to school life.. reconnect with people in the here and now. One week? Two weeks? No longer than that, I hope. One thought that won't keep silent in my head, though: the fact that the last time I thought I was leaving Vancouver for good, I was wrong. So.. is this goodbye or isn't it? Maybe, like the song we wrote for Grad Dinner in first year, "it's not goodbye... it's TTYL." Maybe I should just go to sleep alre...