my body's pretty good at telling me when it's time to slow down. twice in the past year, it's almost completely shut down to make way for the nastiest colds: at the beginning of the year i was sick for almost a solid two months, which was pretty much the worst i've ever felt. these past two weeks aren't even comparable to that time, but it's been pretty gross.
i'm kept busy at work, which i love, but after four months of doing what i want with my time, it's weird to know that every weekday i'm up at 7:30 to be at work for 9 am, and i don't usually get home until 6 most nights. after that i make dinner, and by the time we're done eating it's 8, and i'm in bed by 11 to do it all over again. and in typical grown-up fashion, there's so much to do on the weekends. i finally get what my parents have been talking about for the last 23 years. there's still a ton of new stuff to do on our place, cleaning up being the most pressing, getting more stuff from home being the least. this upcoming weekend we're off to ottawa for satuday/sunday. both me and heather are orphans and would normally stay in the city, except i'm dying without my books and she still has more stuff to pick up. hopefully in about two weeks stuff will quiet down enough so that i can get my ass to the spa for a pedicure. hopefully in the next month they'll decide at my job whether or not they're keeping me on for good. hopefully they will. all this go-go-go is taking its toll on my body though, which staged a rebellion last week and has thus far continued its mutiny.
i kind of love it though - having stuff to do, lists to make and things to check off of them. places i want to go in toronto, people i want to spend time with, and plans i want to make. i have plans for the first time in about four years. one might say i have direction now.
last night i made lasagna and garlic bread, and me and heath had brian and drew over for dinner. while i was cooking i decided that we would have a weekly dinner party since i've been wanting to learn to cook more complicated items. i suspect that's my mother's influence on my life. that along with a reluctance to go outside without makeup. heather was at the store when i decided this though, and i remembered a reason i love her when she got back: i said "we're going to host weekly dinner parties" and she said "yes!". without any explanation, or context, she knew exactly what i had in mind and i knew all along that she'd be on board.
one of my favourite parts of being here now is witnessing all my friends mixing. i love that heath went shopping yesterday with brian, and that i was right about drew liking her. i love that on a given day i can go to ryan and jer's if i want to, or i can call phil to see what he's doing, or i can go for dinner with panthea and brian and cam, and it's like this big giant shoebox of people i love. for all the doubt i had last year about where i was going to end up, i'm happy it's here.
