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may 5, 2001.My parents are here. It's going far better than I might have expected from the Thanksgiving Horror Show. I'm generally happier now than I was in the fall, for one thing. I actually like living in my house instead of feeling that it's a temporary crash pad. I like living with the Boy more than I did in the first few months of marriage (a horrible admission but there you are). And I'm comfortable with my life path right now. In the fall, with a bunch of confusing theory courses in the forefront of my brain and my upcoming field placement looming frighteningly in the back of my consciousness, I was not a happy girl. In fact, when I wasn't dragging myself from this place to that, I was freaking out like a cat trying to bite the small of her back. I like where I am. I miss my friends in Ontario (and now Chicago) like crazy - I even miss my irritating, loud extended family. I miss the smell of Kensington Market in the spring. I miss the way the light glows at sunset on the corner of Queen & Spadina. I miss the sound of the subway, rattling down the tunnel. I miss the taste of real pizza, the kind they serve at Amato's at 2 a.m. to club kids with smeary black makeup. I miss hugging my friends at the beginning and end of the night; the crisp clean clothes of the morning and the hot crumply feel of the same clothes after a night of dancing at Savage or drinking at Kalendar or eating at Tequila Bookworm or talking in the dark city streets. But. I'm looking forward to the various festivals in and around the Valley as summer starts to cook. I like walking to & from work every day. I like driving to a store and being dazzled by the bucolic beauty all around me. I love the spirituality of this region; I love my friendly church community and I love the fact that my peers completely understand why I go to church regularly. I love the creepy Pioneer tombstones in the gorgeous cemeteries all around. I love the way people pronounce the epithet "suck" to rhyme with "took" ("I felt bad, so I just acted like a suck all day"), I love the use of the word "after" as a verb modifier akin to "going to" ("I was after mowing the lawn, but I had to drive the kids to soccer practise"), I love the use of "right" as a means of making the adjective more forceful ("Last night he was right pissed.") I talked to Sister Sunshine's roommate last night, and I got all excited because he's originally from P.E.I. I'm going to come out and say it: I love Nova Scotia. No - I frigging love Nova Scotia. I will be sad to leave it. (Un)fortunately, there won't be teaching jobs fro about 5 years, and I don't have that long to waste. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah: my parents are here and we're having a good time.
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I read The Daily Bleat every day, and it's always good. Sometimes there'll be an obscure scifi reference that'll make my whole day. 
