If you think the world never changes... Just wait a few days.

So, its official, I am turning down a dream job, great room mates and a summer filled with independence to return home to Edmonton. God spoke. I listened. I cried about it a little bit, but not nearly as much as I thought I might. Maybe the tears will come later on. I do have the spiritual gift of crying after all!

The others found a basement suite, or actually it was handed to them. God is taking care of us.

There are lots of people in my living room right now, and normally I would want to go and hang out with them, but lately I've actually wanted to be productive. Too bad it came so late in the year. I told Chris Boelcke (the Residence Director here) yesterday that the best thing that living in res. has taught me is procrastination. I will miss this place. I guess I'm kind of in a melancholy mood. Hopefully something funny will happen soon and I'll be able to post about that.

Don't get me wrong, I am happy. Home will be a good place for me this summer for a number of reasons. Such as actually getting to see my family before leaving for Mexico, as well as being a good three and half hours closer to Owen! It should be interesting to say the least.

I should go do homework again...