Monday, September 12, 2011
I visit home all weekend and just got back this morning. I really, really needed that visit. I felt like I was completely falling apart before. I think this week will be much better. It felt so good to be home, even if I didn't do anything in particular. I met up with Alex downtown (where his school is) after his class ended, and we went to the Harbourfront center before coming home. I've been taking windows for granted all my life. Waking up in a room with one was probably the best part of going back, other than seeing Alex and my family, of course. Knowing that I'll be going back every Friday will surely keep me sane.
I hope I make better friends that are actually like me. You know, like, long-term friends that I'll actually want to keep around for a long time. It's hard to believe that'll happen though, because all the same people are in all of my classes (except for English.) I can't imagine any opportunities outside of class to meet people and get to know them. I could go to events and things, but I highly doubt I'll be able to get to know anyone I meet there (if I meet anyone there.) I wish I lived in residence. When I check Facebook, it's filled with pictures of people I knew in high school with loads of friends they've made in residence.