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Just a 20-something male, Undergraduate student (Majoring in Anthropology). Welcome to my dysfunctional-neurotic life.
Sometimes there are no clever quotes, no perfectly-written sayings to sum up events; sometimes, the day just ends. I’ll miss you Sara Guthrie, you were the first friend I made when I started working at the retirement home and our humour just clicked. Your move means a whole lot to you and I understand that. I am so happy you’ve made this decision.
But know that I will buy a return flight out there one day or maybe just a one way.
I have lost about 5% on my Average.
Failed a class.
Figured out I owe quite a bit of money to the bank.
I need to borrow more money from the bank.
But I’ve also had one of the most amazing christmas breaks.
Met some pretty cool people.
Hung out with some awesome people whom I already know.
Lost about 100lbs (refer to the second sentence).
Learnt a new sport.
Made Some Good Money.
Spent some time with dog.
and enjoyed quite a bit of liquor.
All in all:
I’m currently faced with this mood that I hate being in, I’m so bored and I want to watch a movie but I don’t know which to watch and I’m not motivated enough to go out and do something. This mood then results in me being pissed off at the world then having to senselessly whine about the stupidest things. For example, my mood has made the 140 character limit on twitter my target. Who the fuck said one day, cap size at 140 characters. That is some random ass shit.
I would also like to add that these moods are typically brought on by being hungover, that to which I am dealing with right now.
Find me a good movie to watch before I complain about your lame ass.
Despite what my title is, I’m nothing of a wanderer, at least not when it comes to nomadic lifestyles. I often do get asked what my favourite poem is and it is What We Mean When We Talk About Love, By Raymond Carver, because it is essentially four peoples definition of what a subjective feeling is. Now why does this all matter.
Four months ago I meant a few people who changed my life all for the better. I found myself driving to see them, spending the night with them, practically falling in love with one of them and spending countless hours with all of them. They became my family when I couldn’t be with mine. I felt differently about 1 of these people that I met but truly to sum it up, they all are my definition of love. They bonded my friendships stronger simply by creating new ones.
What makes most of these people so special is that they are not from around here. They are in fact themselves, wanderers. From Australia, to Essex, to Wales, to Scotland and even Durham, these people are who I want to be.
I unfortunately focused all my time with one of those people whom I met 4 months ago, making my bond with the rest of them a little weaker; though, in the last month I find myself almost regretting not spending more time with them. The day they all left I found myself constantly checking with them to make sure they were all okay, making sure they all got on their respective flights, making sure they didn’t need anyone to help them.
Now I’m left here, sad because they’re gone, happy because some are coming back, but happy because it happened. Because without them, I’d have not of felt these feelings of strength, friendship, and relief. So what do we mean when we talk about love? Ask yourself. To me, it means exactly what I just posted. It means that because they are gone, they won’t be forgotten and when I go to Australia, Scotland and the UK, I’ll be seeing them because I love them.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.
We’re still watching the same sky ya cunts.
Eric, Kerrie, Phoebs, Chantelle, Archie and Dylan it was a pleasure meeting you all. Be safe and I hope you enjoyed our cold ass Canadian Fall because it’s never like that.