Four months and I will be done with school. God knows if I'll actually be "done" done, but I'll be out of Vancouver and off-campus, at the very least. I took a spontaneous trip to Whistler and it got me more than a little excited for my irresponsible January plans of snowboarding and dodging my student loan.
I can't believe August is almost over. Where does the time go?
My spontaneous trip also provoked a little sadness... I think that regret and homesickness are always going to be a challenge for me. While on one hand I'm looking forward to it as a whole new experience, on the other I found myself missing the people and events I associate with the Whistler of my past - even people and events I didn't enjoy that much when they were actually happening. Nostalgia is a stupid thing, sometimes. Everything appears a shade brighter in hindsight.
I'm trying to train myself out of it, though. Going to re-read some of my buddhist anti-attachment books and get my travelling shoes on. Soon, my pretties. Soon.