Melissa left the group (rather suddenly, I must say) on Wednesday (Dec. 8th) and now Kim's leaving on Sunday. And I'm crying. Again. Everytime I think about it, I cry.
I've lived with and loved these girls for the last three months, and I was in no way ready for all of this. Melissa leaving was very unexpected and fast as hell. She made a comment on Tuesday night about going home to New Brunswick either next week or in January when we have our 48 hours off from the program, and I didn't really think much of it, and neither did anyone else, really. (She'd said it a couple of times before, but nothing ever came of it). Well, low and behold, she told Nadia (our project leader) that night that she wanted to leave, and Nadia was going to toronto on Wednesday afternoon, so she pushed to have Melissa's travel arrangements sped up so that she could just drive her to Toronto with her. So, in less than 24 hours, Melissa decided she wanted to leave, and was gone.
Then yesterday Kim announced she's going home this weekend. Her brother's coming to pick her up on Sunday. It's promising to be some hard times on my part, since it hasn't really hit me that Melissa's never coming back yet, and I'm closer to Kim than I am to Melissa.
Added to all of this wonderful merriment is the fact that this will leave me as the only English girl in the house. So there'll be me, 5 guys (who pretty much drive me nuts...especially the 3 really immature ones), and 3 french girls...one of whom I'll be sharing a big empty-feeling room with. Oh joy.
Well, I'm off to figure out how the crap to make veagan pizza.
So my new 'job' is volunteering at the Alzheimer Society of the Niagra Region in St. Catherines, Ontario. So far, i haven't really been given much to do, and have thusly been rather bored. Therefore, i think i shall write of my adventures and misadventures here.
As you may or may not know, I'm currently enrolled let's say in a government program called 'Katimavik' (unfortunately by choice..i WISH i had done something society would deem as 'wrong' to get myself here, cuz at least then i'd have gotten to have some fun first...but whatev). Anyway, part of the program is living with 11 other people. And we just moved across the country (from Port Alberni, BC - on Vancouver Island - to St. Catherines, Ontario) last Wednesday. That was a good time.
After spending 4 hours waiting at the Calgary airport between flights, we got on a bus at the Hamilton airport, and then dropped off another Katimavik group at their house before continuing on to ours.
So, we're going up this hill, and we see the sign that says St. Catherines starts at the top of the hill type deal...and the clutch goes. So we got to sit there for a little over an hour waiting for a replacement bus, and then for our luggage to be transfered from the broken-down bus to the new one. By this time, it's like 12:30 eastern.
So we finally start out again (we were only about 20 minutes away from our house when we broke down). So we're driving, and we're singing, and we're like, 'yea! finally, we're almost there!' when we see flashing red and blue lights. That's right. We got pulled over by the cops. In a charter bus.
Why? Oh, you know, just because the bus driver forgot to close the two compartment doors, so there was a potential that all of our stuff could be scattered along the highway. In the end, we had everything, but everyone started freaking out about it. And i started laughing at them. We finally got to our house at about 1:15 in the morning. But it's okay, cuz to us it was still only 10:15 cuz we were still on BC time. Thus, we were pretty much all up untill about 4 am, and had to get up at like 9 ish. Meh. That's just about every other regular day, anyway.
K, i'm a little bored of this now, so...THE END.
I think i shall start.
Lately, i've been on a rollercoaster of ups and downs...not entirely sure why...i guess it's the envirnoment i've been placed in...but i'm kinda wondering if it's really all just internal...hopefully the depression will lift. If not, ah well, that's life.
