It seems that in the past year in a half I've gone from enjoying the single life to becoming completely ready for interdependence. A husband, kids, a whole life ( Read more... )

I think one of the things I like most about leaving home is that I get to start a new adventure with as few things as possible. Going to a new country with a suitcase and purse to live off of for a year is liberating. You get to leave all the stuff that drags you down in some room back at home and be unattatched and free ( Read more... )

I try to think of University as providing me this liberal education. Lately, I've been growing more and more frustrated with the job market and see my possibilites as getting a job completely unrelated to my degree, and even not requiring of one, going back to university to become more knowledgable about some abstract idea, or to go to college, ( Read more... )

I've always been very focused on tangibility. I care about things I can see and it's very shallow on so many levels. I care about the books on my shelf rather than the books I've read. I care about the pages of my journal being full, rather than quality in the writing. I care about a nice figure in my bank account, and what I look like in the ( Read more... )

How is it that my mind sometimes is still plagued by memories of days not only days gone by, but days that passed so long ago? I fear the problem with this predicament is that the past is so easy to romanticize; to look at through rose coloured glasses and remember so fondly. The current relationships are always full of such trial it's hard to ( Read more... )

It's hard reading old journal entries. I always wonder if I'm regressing or if in some miniscule ways I'm progressing forward to some new self realization. Is it possible to really find yourself? How do you know the path you're meant to take ( Read more... )

Everything is colliding at lightening speed. My life is about to shatter to a million pieces and I am just passively watching. Mostly because I feel like I'm not really living that life, but am more so a spectator in the life everyone calls mine. Sleep is my only solace and even then it feels broken and interrupted. I often toy with the idea of ( Read more... )

I feel hopeless and disapointed. I am looking through a bunch of sites on the refugee situation in and around Burma. The problem is that words and images don't depict the pain and anguish these people live through. I am supposed to help make this poster on refugee awareness, but I don't know how to convey the tragedy in words or on paper. I don't ( Read more... )

Yesterday had to be the greatest day. I had some fears about this semester because of how much I seemed to hate Guelph, and how wrong it felt for me. I even had a slight panic Sunday night thinking why am I back here. I will finish my degree though - even if it isn't the most rewarding thing to do right now. I think it just might be the right thing ( Read more... )

I didn't think I would have an internet cafe right beside my room here BUT I do! Crazy eh ( Read more... )