I just finished hanging my Debrecen scarf, along with other various kept tickets, maps, and other memorandum of my summer on my wall. I am feeling much more settled now. Today I was five hours northwest of Regina, where I had been all weekend. Lloydminster: Canada's boarder town. My birth place, and nearest "large" town that I grew up in/close to. As in I didn't go to school there. Today though, I relived my six weeks vacant in close to a three hour ordeal of pictures, family, comments, discussions, and questions. I think if this had come a day or two sooner I wouldn't have been prepared. But I'd had just enough time, I guess. For the first time I really opened up about the trip. As my grandparents are well seasoned travellers and have very cultured minds, the questions and comments and reflections were so different from most of the lame briefings in Regina. Instead of the cliche, and people asking out of politeness, I had genuine people with real desire of wanting to know details. It was phenominal, somehow. Just what I needed. The little breakfast to de-whatever we had with Andrea didn't really de-anything (although it was a nice time). Today was that day for me.

School starts tomorrow. WOW. Not quite prepared. But I'm ready anyways. Life is finally establishing order.