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.