The Falcon Lake Incident

I will be home in ten short weeks! Let's be honest, ten long weeks.
Well, one of those weeks will be spent in Stockholm and Berlin, so any semblance of complaining I'm thinking of doing is not justified, because, I mean, I get to spend a week travelling in Stockholm and Berlin! My former self would have been green with envy at my current self's proximity to such rich, cultural places.

This week went off without any serious glitches. We're doing a unit on animals in English, and it's evident how much more interesting this is than common and proper nouns.. . . the next unit is sports. Let the good times roll!

I'm trying not to dwell on the fact that this weekend is Thanksgiving, which I love spending at the cottage. From the cold sweater and coat weather, to the homework parties with Emma, to the delicious meals, Catan games with Mishy and others, the tofurkey, the pie, the food-comas, the trip hiking up the mountain that results in very serious injuries. . . ok, well that part I can do without, actually. . . but all these things mean a lot to me, and it's hard to not be there. If there was ever a (second) time to be homesick, this is it.

But, at least the leaves here are changing colours and are extremely beautiful. Tonight, my friend is hosting a party, so I won't be alone, and tomorrow I'm going to go to this lovely little café where they serve pie and cream. So, it could be worse.
My apartment is just such a loser-den. It's so messy, and filled with junk food. It's like a college room, minus the other people around, and the party lifestyle.

I did go for a long run today, and then did some stretching and BASIC yoga poses I'm learning. It was a good day to clear my head.

Ok, well, I just purchased Jim Bryson and the Weakerthan's latest album, and I can't wait to fall in love with it. Listening to Ottawa-Winnipeg Folk-Roots-Rock is probably not the best way to rid myself of homesick fever. . .

oh, what the hell!