Well, it's been a few days since I arrived back in England, where the fields are lush and green rather than covered in a thick blanket of snow. I had become used to the winter landscape in Quebec - well, you don't get much of a choice - but it sure is nice to feel like everything around you is breathing. And it's even nicer to be able to wear what I want, rather than a minimum of jumper, leggings, jeans, thermal socks, winter boots, puffy coat.
Being back after almost seven months turned out to be less weird than I thought it was going to be... but then again, I haven't left my town yet. I haven't been very affected by jet lag (gimme that medal); in fact I've been pretty energetic and have fallen into good sleeping patterns. I'm trying to take advantage of this to get things tidied up and sorted out before the inevitable comedown.
My last few days in Rimouski were pretty rushed and confusing: hurried goodbyes, camping out on couches and floors, a couple of hundred dollars spent on mailing stuff home, and ruthless decisions when it came to which clothes I was going to donate to the friperie - asking myself whether a particular item of clothing belonged to a person who didn't really exist anymore.
I'm making a concerted effort not to get lazy or complacent. My first priority is resting, of course. At the same time, though, I need to find a job soon. I know it's going to be hard, but I need to get into the habit of not beating myself up about it when it doesn't go my way.
I have some photo posts from the past month coming up soon. Perhaps one or two reflective posts too, but really it's time for me to start moving on.