No going back

Today, quiet and empty like most of my days have been. I got up late and went to vote, then down to my old high school to visit some people. It was so odd to be back there, I felt so old and the place seemed so familiar. It looked cleaner than I remembered it, brighter. I was hoping to kick myself into realizing that not only was it impossible to go back anywhere, but that its better not to. My breakup with Montreal continues along predictable lines. I can't seem to shake any of its more unpleasant side effects, but can only hope to get over them sooner rather than later. Being busy will no doubt help.

Came home. Life here seems so boring, especially because I am not actually doing anything. These posts are happening because I am used to writing, not because I have much to report.

Had coffee with Katie yesterday and got a wave from the cute coffee guy. Oh good, now we are on a wave and smile.

I am worried that I won't be able to work while I am doing the French thing, and that's concerning. I don't want to lose my job. I hope it all works out.

Tomorrow I'm off to visit John for the night, which I'm looking forward to, I haven't seen him in ages and the last time we had a conversation I was hopped up on goofballs. It will be nice to hang out and get some quality time.