I reluctantly came back to Edmonton months ago. I didn't want to be here. Sure, I loved the thought of seeing my friends and family, but I wanted to be elsewhere. I still do, I cannot lie. I feel as though I need a spark in my life, and what better spark than moving?
Well, I have been here for a while and it seems to me that I am enjoying being here. I am no longer in the depths of despair, thinking constantly about how my life has done a 180. Rather, I am enjoying my life here again. The comforts of this city are too vast for me not to enjoy being home. And it is always great to know you don't HAVE to sit at home on an antsy Thursday night. I have friends here who are willing to go out for a beer, and I don't have to be the creepy one at the bar getting hammered by herself.
Good times to be had by all.
But working the front desk again is killing me! When Jarod broke my ankle, he did irreparable damage to it!