Guelph

It's good to be home.

Don't get me wrong. I haven't given up the nomadlife entirely. I'm not done travelling by a long shot (and of course I am going back to Belgrade soon). But I really love the Guelph/Fergus area, I love my country (however screwed up our political scene is) and I know I want this to be my home base.

I'm in Guelph again almost everyday now and whenever I walk downtown I just smile. The (admittedly small) city is just so...interesting. It's unique. It's got character. It's very close-knit, which can be vaguely suffocating at times, but usually its a source of contentment. I love my alma mater. Deciding to leave Western and eventually enroll at Guelph was clearly one of the best decisions I've ever made. I really look forward to building my career here, which is what is going to happen, it looks like.

So my nickname "Guelph" is appropriate, it seems :)

As one moves forward sometimes one encounters reminders of one's past. Today I ran into one of the first major crushes of my life (small-town hazzard). I thought back to how my self-esteem was hugely impacted by this guy (negatively, we may say). And today I could hardly care less what he thinks...I think. Although if he is thinking about me tonight, well I suppose that wouldn't be an altogether bad thing, would it?