Home sweet home?

I've been wanting to write blog entries since I've come back home for a while now. But with being so busy with school and reuniting with friends, there was barely any time. Now I finally have some!!

I initially decided that I would stop writing once my trip was over, to have this blog be a one-time thing, a story of my European life that I could re-live whenever I wanted. But I came back home and felt urges to write. All the overwhelming feelings and emotions - I needed to get it all out of my system. What better way than to write? It's the urges, I tell ya. The urge to write about what it was like to be back home, the urge to write about how much I missed my bed and how I never wanted to get out of the covers, the urge to write about the overwhelming feeling of seeing my friends and family again, the urge to write about how surreal it felt to stand in the presence of my boyfriend again, the urge to write about how much I've missed sushi and pho and Thai Express, the urge to write about how I've forgotten how busy uni is, and the urge to write about how much I'd like to turn back time - only for a little bit.

One of the days I reunited with a friend, we were driving around Brampton, deciding what to do. Then it hit me - there was nothing to do in Brampton. Now this is a fact that I've always known for as long as I can remember living here. It just hit me hard because it's been a while since I've experienced the feeling of being trapped in a town with nothing to do and nothing to see. I miss walking along European streets and riversides, taking hikes and being rewarded with a breathless view of the city. They will never cease to be amazing experiences. I miss being able to just sit on the grass in front of a gorgeous view, while admiring the charming atmosphere.. or while peacefully reading a book, or while watching the sunset with good company and food - all things I'll always remember. And fortunately, all things I never took for granted.

Anyway, now I've returned and have gotten back into the swing of things. Back to my Canadian routine; I've forgotten how little time in a day there is over here. So much to do, and so little time - another reason why I'd like to go back to the easy-going European lifestyle. But please don't get me wrong; I am very happy to be back.

Ps. "True love doesn't mean being inseparable. It means being separated and nothing changes."