Back to Life...Back to reality
Well, I have been home for almost two weeks now...My brain however is still on vacation mode. It wants to sleep in and not think about work, I have a hard time kick starting it in the morning.
It seems that each time I go to Toronto it gets harder and harder to leave. With my two dozen Krispy Kreme donuts in hand, I begrudgingly walked into the airport in Toronto. I am not sure if I got strange looks cause of the number of donuts or because I was all teary eyed and sniffly. I felt so sad about leaving that when I went through the metal detector and it beeped, and they asked me to remove my birkenstocks, I nearly burst into tears. It was a sorry sight to see me walking through the metal detector bare foot sniffling.
Previously I was complaining about the fact that I was unemployed and was feeling like I was not doing anything. Well, I am now a functioning member of society, contributing to the work force. Albeit in a less than self-desired level. I am not going to complain though. I am determined to do the bestest job I can and be the bestest person I can be.
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It is strange to be going back up to university everyday. I spent the better part of 4 years at that place and once I graduated I never thought that I would be back there so soon. It is some ways it is a little unsettling. Probably attributed to the pavlovian training we endured as undergrads. Just walking past the large lecture halls of first year Physics and Chemistry makes me cringe with fear. I can remember the stress of sitting inside that cold fluorescent lit hall trying desperately to write as much information down as possible before my brain released all the information.
Some days it still feels like I am a student again, when I walk into the student run coffee shop and buy my breakfast and think to myself," man this food is overpriced". I am surrounded by these kids who are untainted by the realities of life and the lack of possibilities with just only having a silly bachelors degree. ;)
Boy do I sound like a jaded crusty bitter old woman at the ripe old age of 26...aiya, really I am 26....
Seriously, I am happy to be employed and with that financial freedom and other travel opportunities. I am itching to do another trip again. There is so much more of the world I have yet to see, I have only seen the smallest part of it.
