Summer has come to an end. It even feels like autumn outside already. Fin. Closed. Zippo. And in relation to that, right now I feel a widdle sad. Not for want of things to look forward to, but more for all the things that are going into the past as of me putting my foot into 139 Emerson Basement tuesday afternoon. I talked about my summer in a post about a month back; that still pretty much stands as a fair description.
So right now I feel a tad apprehensive and a bit lonely. Or maybe it’s just that it’s 4am and I’m the only person awake in my empty basement and I’m on a two week road to getting a cold that just can’t decide if it’s coming or going. Logically, I should be pretty excited to be going back to Hamilton. I guess. The problem is that I have two lives going on between London and Hamilton with mostly different friends and different lifestyles from one to the other, and they both have a lot of benefits, and then some drawbacks. The most concise way to describe the difference is that Hamilton is just more of most things, primarily responsibility; it’s more hectic for sure, and there are also more opportunities there I think. It lacks security in that I don’t get hot meals cooked for me, I have to look after myself more, and I don’t get to have Val even in the same city as me, let alone in my arms on a regular basis.
So Hamilton is me, and some good friends, against the world. Whereas London is more like everything handed to me on a silver platter. I’m gonna have to learn how to shop for myself and cook again. To haul my ass to class. To not have access to my parent’s van. To be in a long distance relationship. And I’ve done it before, so I know I can do it again. So I’m cool. I can deal. It will just take some time to adjust. And there are definitely some exciting things to look forward to, too. So here’s to the future:
-This is my last year at Mac and I have no clue what I will do after. But whatever it is, it will be AWESOME.
-My radio show (god knows I obsess over that baby) is moving up by two hours to a significantly better timeslot. 12-2 am on Monday nights (technically Tuesday morning). Also I’ll be doing some live broadcast from the atrium at the Student Centre 6-9am this Wednesday, so if you’re around do come by and give a yell. I’ll just be throwing down the maddest of hot tracks I played on the summer slipstream (already selected of course. (what? me packing? maybe in a bit).).).).>
-I have an amazingly nicer bed now. So I’ll hopefully be getting much more out of the time I spend there. We got it at the Sleep Factory for a pretty nice price (parents footed the bill for that one god bless them)
-I’m going cellphone. Gasp, horror. I know not the first thing people who know me would expect. But if life neatly filled all your expectation boxes and closed the lids behind it, it wouldn’t really be worth living, would it? I will share the number when I get it switched to a Hamilton phonicese (it’s Colin’s old one, just picking up the last year of his 3 yr contract).
-This that and the other thing. The sky’s the limit as they say.
-Maybe most exciting, though, is that I have a job during the first term of the school year, and a pretty wicked job, too. I am a Teaching Assistant for Catherine Graham’s 1st year theatre class. It’s ten hours a week at a nice dollarly figure (though I don’t know exactly what yet, somewhere from 18-20, they say) so it should pretty much pay my living expenses and save me from some of that serious debt at the end of university ave. Also, I get to subvert and possibly help those tiny little froshers on their way to inevitably majoring in theatre and film. Hopefully I can do a good job of it because I really hated my TA in first year; so my goal is to do one… no, eleven better than was done to me.
Much more I could say, if my fingers had it in them, but for now I’m gonna pack it in, or maybe up.
I’m going to try and give this little url more attention this year.