03:07pm | Jul 02, '08 |
Comments(16)Here I am, with all my luggage beside the door, waiting for my brother to go to
the airport. I’m not going to lie. I’m excited to go home. But at the same time, I’m
sad because I’m leaving.
This has been a good year, with awesome people. I actually never thought this
year would be that good. But it was amazing.
First I came with out knowing English (just basic stuff) and not knowing anyone.
I still remember my first day, walking to the school, pretty excited for everything
that some friends told me about Canada, about hot chicks, huge house party
American Pie style, the weed…
The first months were tough. No one talks to you because they know you are
foreign and they know that it’s going to be a waste of time because I’m not
going to be able to handle a simple conversation.
Then is when I met the fucking crack head Mexican that talked behind my back,
fortunately the Mexican got kicked out and people started to really know me.
After people started to actually know me, everything