This has been a week of F; festive feelings, finals, flying and farewells.
Monday night saw lovely Lily jetting off back home. We went to Zak’s Diner for our final meal together on Sunday evening. I tried chilli dogs. I wanted to try them in New York but I didn’t get the chance. If I liked Frankfurter sausages more then I probably would have loved it, it was also very messy to eat. I was über jealous of Lily, one because she was going home early, but mainly because she was surprising everyone back home which I would have loved to have done. Unfortunately my exam timetable did not work out so well!
Wednesday marked the end of my final exams and I must say I have never been so relieved for a term to be over. I have never worked so hard, and for so long in my life. My brain is completely frazzled (ooh another F!), day after day of solid revision turned me into a walking zombie. Never again will I moan about work back in Reading, I’m not even exaggerating when I say that in a month here I did more work than an entire term at home. I turn into a five year old when it comes to Christmas so I have tried to avoid all the hype as much as possible, otherwise I would never have got any revision done! As soon as my finals were over, there was a lot of excitement that I had to catch up on! I turned the sultry tones of Michael Bublé’s (no other choice really, considering that he is Canadian!) Christmas album full blast as I got into the festive spirit and began the mammoth task of packing up my Canadian life. I have grown to love it here but I am very ready to go home. With the added treat of returning for Christmas, I am jolly excited to get back. In the evening I met up with Lauren to celebrate the end of exams/end of term/end of my study abroad over my final pints of Canadian.
By the time I was back to Residence it was less than 24 hours till my flight and so I could check in online. I had to answer a few questions for English immigration; What is the purpose of your flight? Yet going home was not an answer; Will you be bringing any antlers into the country? The latter question certainly made me laugh. The assumption that as I’ve been to Canada, I will arrive back home with a moose strapped to my back. I tried to have a relatively early night, and I was pretty tired so fell asleep easily. Unfortunately I woke up at 2am and my brain went into overdrive and I became an excited little girl the night before her birthday.
I didn’t have too much to do this morning but giving up on sleep at 4am meant that I had quite a lot of time to spare. I painfully resisted having a nap in the hope that I will be able to sleep on the plane – fingers crossed! I showered and packed up my last few bits. Getting in the Christmas spirit I did my charitable deed and donated remaining food and all our pots and pans. After I was all sorted ,I met up with Lauren for my final Smokes. It was a solemn occasion; I have no idea when I will be reunited with my beloved Poutine but I know that we will make the relationship work. For our final adventure I chose my favourite – Pulled Pork. As per usual, it was sensational, especially as it has been a while since I had had some and I knew it would be my last for a while. I was very full but that did not deter me from having my final Beaver Tail also. I happily devoured its sugary, cinnamon goodness. It was horrible saying our farewells but I am looking forward to when Lauren comes to visit in England (Lauren if you’re reading this, this is not just a request but an expectation!).
I hope that very soon I’ll flick back to this entry, and laugh at how scared I was because I’m having such a great time!
I wrote that on the 1st of September in my diary whilst on the plane. The day’s entry is just full of me repeating how sad I am, how scary it all is, and pining for Adam. I am reading it back over, whilst sat in my packed up room, one-hundred and eleven days on. I have had a phenomenal four months here. I have had experiences, learnt skills and made friends that I will remember for the rest of my life. Studying abroad has been the single most scariest experience of my life but also one of the best, and frankly I am so proud of myself for doing it.
Canada, it has been a whirl, but I’ve got a flight to catch. I’ll see you in the morning England.