I woke up this morning at 6:45am wide awake, not knowing where I was for a couple moments. But let me tell you, I had one of the best sleeps of my life last night. I dont think I woke up or even moved once after I faded into my subconcious filled with dreams of some guy I knew at work, guitars, and ice cream. What other good thing could capture a good dream?

I'm home. Upon landing in Calgary and filling my lungs with authentic Canadian air, mixed with the anticipation of the long process of waiting, flying, and landing into the city of Regina filled me with excitment and exhaspiration or nervousness. I didn't really know what to expect since the last six weeks of my life have been so drastically different from what was coming. Realizing I have an actual physical boyfriend, not one I just write lame emails to from any free or cheap internet I can find. And I have this little thing called a cellphone that used to inhabit my right pocket and follow me around wherever I went. A part of me wants to just leave it on my dresser and connect to the here and now instead of waiting for the next buzz that means someone thought of me. However I'm waiting for a call back to get a job that I need for things like rent and food.

I'm home? This is my second morning in Regina. Both mornings I have woke up at about 6:45 wide awake. Both nights I've had at about 9:30pm I'm ready to hit the sheets. I was gone for a pretty long time. Long enough to actually be used to being away. Long enough to miss home, of course, but for being away to feel like the norm. My mind and body was ready for whatever might come next, but then I made my way in the long process of coming home. Now it's strange to think that just a few days ago, I was in Rome. And a week before that, I spent 5 weeks in Hungary. I have over 1000 pictures to prove it. Something about the whole process of being away and seeing parts of the world I've always dreamed of has made me ambitious here at home. For instance, yesterday after waking up early I unpacked some, made a call about my student loan, tweaked a resume, and by that time it was 10 o'clock and I walked out the door. Unfortionately, my car battery was dead. But that wouldn't stop me. I had just gotten back from never using a car and walking everywhere you wanted to go. Regina isn't that big. So I began my walk clear across regina. Literally almost from one ring road to the other, north to south. It was longer than I expected. Once I got out of the industrial area it was actually a pleasant walk. I texted my friend after walking an hour and a half that if she wasn't busy maybe she would pick me up at the place I was dropping my resume off cause my feet were pretty tired. But she wound up picking me up about 10 minutes short of my destination. But I walked for about 2 hours. And you know who else I saw walking? Either no one, for long expanses of time, the homeless taking a bag of bottles to make some coin, or overweight people huffing in downtown regina avoiding paying for parking and sitting at the nearest bus stop. Ridiculous.

But I am so glad to be home. I'm so glad to have my boyfriend back. Excited for what's to come. Well, I might try to sleep a little longer so I'm not so tired later on. Come and visit me.