Another Year...

I just got back to Montreal after spending just over two weeks at home with my family and I can see how things end up repeating themselves.  Still feeling exhausted by my roommates and many bad habits.  I do miss my family, especially my niece (gave her my flat cap and she just loved it).  Hoping for things to change is not enough, so, with that vague idea in mind, I have started to clean up my room and have posted the first box home to get my head and my space cleaned up. 

Amazed at how I have accumulated so much that adds up to so little.  I joked with my brother that the only furniture I have are books, but I can see that it was not just a joke.  A lot of truth in this.  He also commented that I seem to have read everything under the sun and moon so I should be writing a book of my own.  True, true...  I am hoping that these blogs amount to something more than just a digital diary someday.

Well, I should stop here.  Another trip to a cafe to write because the wireless connection at home just does not work reminds me that I am hungry, cold and looking for something who can tolerate me just enough to stick around for a while...

Selah