I’ve been meaning to sum up my trip to Ottawa, but ever since I returned home things have been hectic. Different than I expected. I expected a warm welcome – but that’s far from what I got.
But anyways, maybe I’ll go into that in some more detail later, but honestly, what’s the point? What’s done is done. People make fucked up decisions, that I will take only a small bit of responsibility for. Maybe I’m guilty of wanting too much, but fuck that. I gave ten times more than I ever asked for in return.
Ottawa …
I keep thinking maybe one of these days I will go back and it will be different. That I won’t still be head over heels in love with it, and picture myself in a cute little Glebe apartment. But, we all know that won’t change anytime soon. I honestly have the world’s greatest friends there. The guys who will let me crash on their couch, and steal their beer and entertain me while I’m in town. All of them — Archie, Adam, Matt, the rest of the gang. I’m a pretty lucky girl.
It’s funny how you move away, thinking you have your entire life planned out, and it works out wonderfully, until six months later the person you moved back for decides that things are just too “hard.” But shouldn’t they be hard? That’s life. Life can be fucking hard. And if the hardest thing you have going in your life is a girl who really, really wants to spend time with you, count yourself lucky. Starving to death is hard. Not being able to afford your rent is hard. Losing your job is hard. Relationships aren’t THAT hard.
But there I go, venting again. So, I’ll stop while I’m ahead.
Ottawa was wonderful. I’m spoiled, and I absolutely adore that city.
End rant.
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