Uncertain times and self deprecation: time to blog?

I used to be a pretty hopeful person. Always dreaming of something better, always taking steps to get there. It was easy when I was younger. I could compartmentalize the bad stuff and focus on the good. I could sleep at night. Now, being thrust into adulthood, I’m finding it harder and harder to keep…

Thank you, next: A Letter to Past Friends

Thank you, next to all my past friends. Some taught me fun, some taught me rebellion, some showed me kindness, some showed me care, some showed me what it’s like to have someone always be there, and all taught me that people move on and things change Personally, being an only child, friends hold a…

Preparing For Exchange: The Things I Didn’t Know

When I was picking universities, their exchange programs weighed heavily on my decision. My parents, my dad especially, were more comfortable with me moving away for post-secondary if it meant the opportunities for study abroad were vast and plenty. When the University of Western Ontario was my first pick, it was kind of theirs too…

Home

What is home when it’s all said and done? It’s the pitter-patter of feet Signalling that company is about to come. It’s the warmth that you feel Deep down in your soul. This comforting feeling Is how you know you’re home. Maybe it’s when arms hold you tight: When you can’t sleep, When you’re scared…

The Evolution of Dating Once You’re Roommates

How do you date once you’ve been living together? Matt and I have been trying to figure this out. Once you move in with someone all of a sudden you spend most of your time with them and dating can get lost. We didn’t realize what was happening first, we didn’t realize that the time…

11.12.16

The first time I met Matt we were at a bar downtown London, Ontario. The Barking Frog to be exact. The bar where we had both been many times before to escape our problems, drink with friends, and flirt like crazy. There’s about five different dance floors in Frog, each catering to different music tastes….

Gus: The Cat That Never Was

About two months ago we almost got a kitten. He was light grey with green eyes, fluffy fur and short little ears and small whiskers. The shelter had called him Goyle. After one visit, we named him Gus.  We were too late to adopt him that day because the shelter was closing. “Come back at…