Life of Wiley

As I'm typing this, I've got the back door open to the screen, the light is streaming into the kitchen, the breeze is wandering on in of it's own warm(ish) volition, and baby oh baby, I hate to jinx it but does it ever feel like spring here!

Spring, that comes after the LONG Montreal winter. Spring that puts love back into my heart for life itself. No kidding here, winter was rough-- there were a few times where I was sure I had made the wrong choice to move here and I was going to have to move back to Ontario in order to prevent myself from going insane. Too cold. Too French. Too dark, too lonely. Too heartless. Spring is making me fall in love with the city all over again. The patios are out, people are strutting their fashion, and me?

I finished my LAST final two days ago! First year is officially over. I forgot how absolutely awesome it is to get that feeling of "SUMMER VACATION". Usually when you graduate, you never see that feeling again. It was nice to get in touch with the excitement, the liberation, especially when it was so hard earned.
My last exam was a French exam-- I was not even stressed about a bit, replacing hard studying with blog baking until my face fell off and casually reviewing my notes. Ho hum, the subjunctive tense, whatever you say, Madame.

That was, until the 10 page monstrosity was dropped in front of me. It took me two and a half out of three possible hours to polish that sucker off, and I'm sure I'm one of the stronger students in that class. I think I broke a sweat. I think I wrote notes in the margins like a manic linguist, hoping to put down things before they disappeared in my panic. I think my eyes maybe rolled back in my head and I can only hope I wrote in tongues. Who can say? The results will be up soon.

All the while, there are things to be planning. To be doing. Steph and Philip's wedding is next month, Australia is less than 60 days away (AHH!) and in between all of these things there is Mother's Day, and MAYBE the Waterloo Classic 10K to look forward to. That's right, my second 10K race ever. Days like these, I look forward to living.