I’m on possibly one last train ride into Toronto, so I thought I’d take a moment to jot down some thoughts I’ve had as my trip comes near an end.
2014 is just around the corner. I’m 32, going on 33 in a few months. I still live at home with my parents and I have no idea where I want to take my life next. As you may have guessed, I have a few things to work out. But I don’t know where to go.
After being in Canada for nearly three months, I also am now questioning my dreams. Maybe it’s the discouragement of my job hunt. Maybe it’s the cold (which I don’t mind too much). Or maybe it’s just that I’ve been following the wrong dream. I love it here. I really do. But reality is starting to sink in. Maybe that dream I have just wasn’t meant to be.
I don’t mean to make things sound like it’s been very depressing while I’ve been here. Oh no. It’s been a good time for sure. It’s just the realization that it’s coming to an end soon. So my mind is swirling with many thoughts. As you can see, they’re not very coherent.
When I’m stuck in Buffalo in just over a week, I’ll try to put these thoughts into words that make sense. Until then, you get these mix of who knows what.