Trees and sunshine

I did post yesterday, but the evil internet dingo ate my words, and I was too tired/drunk to write them again. So it goes.

The basic gist of the thing went as such: got a job at Chapter's working for the man, its weird to be home and I miss people. I miss my computer, my music and my life. Called an old ex, and that went over like a bucket of cold sick. Um um um, yeah. Probably more about how surreal this feels, how strangely familiar and sadly empty.

Today was better, brightened immensely by a visit to my favourite teacher in the world. He is still the same, kind and soft spoken, a generous smile and gentle humour. Of all the people in the world I wanted to tell about my Oxford news, he was very high on the list. When we were joking about my success being due to his teaching, I told him that if I wrote a book I would dedicate it to him, and the best part was that it wasn't a lie. He believed the best in me when everyone, including myself, believed the worst. I think he is maybe the first person who saw me as I could be, as I have become.

I had coffee with Julia tonight, lovely because she knows 'Montreal me' and I don't have to censor my vulgarity or caustic wit. We traded stories and memories and explored the strange new world we were both inhabiting. She has done very well adapting and I hope that I can be as successful. I have my doubts.