Home, Sweet Home

Hm. Quite a change of scenery today. I am currently holed up on the fifth floor of YorkU's Scott Library. Why, you ask? Well I wanted to come down here to participate in part of Vanier's Frosh. From noon to 8:30pm today was a downtown tour. I came in with Mom bright and early at 8am, and hung around for a few hours before I realized a few things:

1. I am not feeling well
2. It's raining, and this tour is via TTC/ on foot
3. I have lived in the GTA all my life and actually lived IN Toronto, very close to York, for four years. Therefore, walking around familiar territory and taking pictures has no appeal. I've already got thousands of photos of the same stuff - in my head as well as in my albums.

So I opted out of going. I feel like a bit of an idiot for it though. I came down here for nothing, pretty much. Still, it was nice to get out of the house. I also managed to buy a course kit and an answer key I needed for two of my courses (I just have one thing left to buy). I chilled out at Second Cup (where a VERY attractive young man seems to work) and finished off The Magdalene Legacy. Met Mom for a nice lunch - tofu teriyaki. (Random interruption - this foreign guy just came up to me and asked if I knew where to check books out. Hahaha. I told him I was a first-year and had no idea. Which I don't... really. Ish.) Called Emi, called Anna. Now I'm just hanging around until my father comes at 3:30. We're buying my laptop FINALLY at a store here called Data Integrity. This is a very long story though. I may save it it for another entry.

So I came up here to Scott to grab a book so I could kill some time. I wanted to find The First Man in Rome or Fortune's Favourites by Colleen McCullough, but neither are here. I've got The Grass Crown here beside me. Not sure whether or not I'm going to take it out though. I know I did start the Masters of Rome mid-series but if I'm going to go back and read the Sullan and Marian parts of it I'd like to do it correctly. I may just put this back on the shelf and grab Zorba the Greek instead.

It's strange though. I feel pretty disoriented here... yet at the same time, it seems familiar. That's what I like about York. I do often feel very lost, but at other times I feel like I know where everything is.

It could be because my mother's worked here since the 80's. But I think it's because I came to a camp here for seven years.

York Youth Connection - good times! We scampered about the campus always. Tait Mackenzie for a swim everyday. Camp rooms in Vanier and Winters and even places I don't really remember. The unveiling of the Moose! I wonder if anyone remembers those Moose things we had going. I wonder if the York Moose is still around?

What's funny about coming back here at age 18 - having last been here at 14 - is that everything seemed so much bigger in my mind's eye. Yet I come here and it's not that big at all. I suppose it's because I was small back then!

But really, in conclusion, I'm really grateful that everything has a tinge of familiarity. Otherwise I'd be as lost as some of the people I see walking around here.