Here it comes
Here it comes. I knew it would come someday. But I don't understand why it hit me so hard today. I didn't expect it at all, it just came, like a ball in my face. It didn't take long to come. I know I'm gonna have to deal with it through the next couple of weeks, I have no choice.
I realize that my adventure in Canada is coming to an end. Now that my apartment is almost empty and that most of my friends went back home, it strucks me in the face. And I have a hard time dealing with it. My feelings right now are so messed up: in on hand, i'm so excited about seeing my family and my friends soon but, in the other hand, I know it means the end of my amazing year and I have a hard time realizing that I'm gonna turn the page. As I was fearful to leave home 10 months ago, I'm fearful of going back home: I don't know what to expect and I don't want to expect anything because I know it's gonna be so different. When I came back from my trip in the USA 12 days ago, I surprised myself in thinking "it feels so good to be home". Montreal is my home right now but I'm gonna leave it and try to readapt as best as I can to my home in Europe.
I know the next weeks are gonna be really strange, full of different emotions and my mood is gonna be messed up again. Is there a remedy? Tell me you who already went back home... But I doubt it...
Libellés : Etats d'âââmes
posted by Marion at vendredi, juin 09, 2006
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A Time for Everything and Everything in its Time.
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven;
A time to be born, And a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, And a time to heal;
A time to break down, And a time to build up;
A time to weep, And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, And a time to lose;
A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
A time to tear, And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
A time to love, And a time to hate;
A time of war, And a time of peace.
Ecclesiates 3-1:8
Y'a pas de remèdes ma belle... mais la vie continue... on passe tous par ce moment et c'est pas facile. Mais comme tu t'es adaptée à ta vie québécoise, tu vas t'adapter à n'importe quelle autre vie qui se présente à toi : et ça va être super !!
Courage !
Bizzzzzz
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