Back HOME!! or is it home?

I am finally back in Ontario, my hometown.

I have been meaning to write about my reunification with friends and family and familiar items, but I guess I have been too busy doing just that to write.

The best description of the experience I am having, and one that I have been hearing from my other friends, is that it feels weird to be home, like the last 4 months in Vancouver were just a dream. I keep having to bbm (Blackberry Messenger) or facebook my friends to reconfirm that they DO exist. This causes much fustration to my friends and family here;  I carry my blackberry around as though it is of equal value to my heart or lungs. I NEED it! :)

Because the majority of my friends in Vancouver are from other countries, and Vancouver itself seems very american/asian, I have not been feeling very Canadian. So, when I arrived home to Tim Horton's and my brothers hockey game, I felt extremely Canadian.

It has been really weird though, because although I clearly remember missing my friends and family and Ontario lifestyle, and felt like it was so far away, The second I returned home, it is like nothing happened. Everything went right back to normal. Even my parents... That part was sort of upsetting because I was expecting them to be extra nice, almost abnormally nice, and suppress every frustration they had with me because they missed me so much and didnt want me to be upset with them.. this was not the case. My mom still continues to nag me, with chores and responsibility.

I am certainly enjoying my break, but I am really starting to miss Vancouver and all of my friends there. Mostly the freedom and the art.

Here, I almost forget that I am an artist. I am just so lazy! It is hard to believe that I am even writing this right now! I wanted to read so much and do so many things but I am just NOT! im not doing anything.

I talked to my roomate the other day over the phone and she witnessed my first slip of the use of the term "home" when refrencing Vancouver. I said, "when are you going home again?" and right after I dramatically paused when I realized what I had just done... Where is my home? I am pretty sure it is in Vancouver now. But I would still say that this is my home as well.

That night when I went to bed, I couldn't help but look at my bedroom and think that this will never be my room again. I cant believe it. I have actually moved out. I guess I found this all easier before because I was blinded with the excitement of University, but it is actually very sad. I will never be able to be a kid again...