In these times I tend to find myself wrapped in a blanket with my teddy bear, Mellon, saying “No.”.
I’m leaving in a few days to Canada for 4 months. And I’m supposed to pack and clean. You’d say that is a reason enough for not blogging and doing another important stuff, but No.
It’s Christmas sales on Steam and GOG and I just have to try these new (and old) games I’ve got.
And now I spent my time playing Theme Hospital of all of the games.
But it’s okay, I still have three whole days to arrange and stress. One day goes to New Years Eve party so that’s a relief.
Ever since I was little I’ve dreamed about the day when I’m old and wise and ready to go as an exchange student. Well, now that I came to that old and wise age and go to a proper school, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go after all.
It’s one of those moments that you wait and when the time is ripe, you chicken out. And right after the time is past you regret it horribly. For me, these moments happens all the time. Almost daily.
I pushed the decision making to the limit that I realized it was the last chance to go. And then I decided not to go.
It was Thursday evening and me and my friend were at the school after lecture hours doing homework and I mentioned that the applications for the Exchange program was due the next morning at 9 a.m. And in about couple minutes I decided that fuck it, there’s no reason for me not to go so I really, really should try.
In 7 hours I created the worst CV and application combo I’ve ever made for anything with passport pictures and minimum qualifications for it to roll and deposit the thing 8 a.m.
And I got in. I prefer going on with a lot of luck. Makes life easier, don’t you think?
I decided not to stress it and have been doing horrible job arranging things. But hey, with my luck, everything have been going smooth enough with no big mistakes. Small mistakes for sure, but who’s counting.
Now I may have courses waiting for me in the University of Saskatchewan, city of Saskatoon. And a room in the College residence. Whoo!
I’m scared right now, but that’s okay. I’ve made more rash decisions in the past that have turned out better than okay. It is those decisions that have turned out bad that push me down and I’ve never been the most confident person in the world.
Anyway, I’ve been busy and I will be busy for a while (have to finish that Theme Hospital!) and I know you’ll miss me, but try to keep it together. I’ll be back in no time with Canadian news to tell. And maybe I even have time to write posts beforehand in the 20 hour trip with 4 flights and 6809.56 km (4231.26 miles) to go.
Sometimes I’m a bit scared to fly so wish me luck!