The Spot

I feel so isolated out here, I think I'm going crazy.
All I wanted to do today is go second-hand book shopping. Oh but no, the nearest used book store is 2 hours away. I might as well be in Ontario.
I expended my stir-craziness with laundry and sundry cleaning. I'm about to start packing. Even Family Guy can't keep me distracted long.
I'm taking my anticipation out on hard rock. For those of you who bore my classical phase: this is pretty messed up.
But another day has passed. I feel kinda guilty, wishing my summer away like this, but you'd be excited too! Besides, when I'm at work I enjoy it quite a bit. For example:
Soft sand on a cold day. It's the most liquid-feeling solid on earth. You sink your toes into it and it feels like cool, dry water. Shivers of pleasure up my spine.
Or:
I was almost home last night when I finally broke out of the storm. Turning Timberlea I caught a glimpse of the sunset reflected on the thunderheads and I almost ran into the curb - I forgot what I was doing. It was terrible and beautiful.
In terms of day to day things: I might not be able to take the beautiful house-apartment. Dal won't give my $500 deposit back, but we're negotiating. If I am stuck with Fenwick it's ok: Dal lets me break my lease whenever, as long as I give them 60 days notice. So, I can try for a first year internship in a firm, a summer guiding job in Ottawa or my current job in Montreal. Not stuck in Halifax = a good thing.
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