I've lived in Sudbury my whole life, except for a small 6 months somewhere in the distant distant past, and I'm not sure that counts. Unless you're the gouvernement, thank God. (Those precious six months mean that I get to pay the Quebec tuition fee, which is pretty darn awesome, if you ask me. )
But my point is that moving makes you prone to asking profound questions. Honestly, do I really need 23 pairs of shoes? Why do I have three pairs of running shoes if I don't even run? How many different combinations can you try before deciding that, screw it, those couches are staying where they are? (yes, because gym class, and seven)
No, but really, this has all been great fun, from learning how to take the bus (I believed everyone else when they said that Sudbury bus routes sucked, and just never bothered learning) to realizing my french is reaaaaaaaally rusty and I better get on that if I want to pass my courses (she claimed, using the English language.)
Speaking of rusty, I honestly had so many things totell you guys (in a much less dry style than this, rest assured), but I'm exhausted, my laptop's charger's gone mysteriously missing, and typing on a touch screen is pain-stakingly slow and frustrating (why the word "pain" should be autorrected to "lemons"is beyond me. ) and so I keep losing my train of thought, which is hopefully why my writing style is so blah tonight. I will be back tomorrow, preferably rested, with less things on my plate (still have to pick my courses! ) and with a decent keyboard.
A plus,
Vero.
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