Missing you...

This summer's been pretty sweet.

I love my job. I really enjoy serving people, and I have a great boss. He's a gentle, friendly Sri Lankian guy. It's funny. I love working for an immigrant. He's pretty serious. He expects hardwork. He's a great businessman. I don't always understand him, but we have a good laugh every once in a while.

I have discovered that my spiritual gift of service can be used in more ways than I thought. I really like meeting people; I have gotten to know the regulars at the diner. It's neat to talk to people in this city and find out what they're all about. The thing with that, though, is that I'm more of an introvert, and too much socializing exhausts me. When the customer finishes her burger and fries, she pays and leaves, and I'm back to bussing tables, handing out menus, taking orders and washing dishes. It's a great deal.

Sooo... what I wanted to blog about. I've had a great time hanging out with people in Oshawa this summer. I've met up with old friends, like Jess from high school, and we've gone to the movies, and jogging a couple times. I randomly ran in to Jamie (a guy who I lived down the street from my entire life, but we never hung out) and we've had sooo much fun hanging out watching episodes of The Office, watching movies and playing Settlers.

The thing with these "new" friends is that in two and a half months, I'll be 500km away again and we won't talk more than once a week. That's just the way it goes. I dislike that part of moving.

And I do want to go back to Montreal and see my friends there once again. But it's not gonna be the same with the people here. It's so hard to be around people for a couple months, and you grow to know and love them, and then everything changes. That happened last summer, and sure we've had a couple chances to hang out this summer again, but it's just not the same and I miss them.

That happened with my friend Jess Zetzman. Excuse me while I reminisce. She's one of the most special, kind, open, caring, beautiful people I've ever met. We had two solid years together... my first two years of university. We spent a lot of time "studying" at her place. We cooked yummy "Lindsay-friendly" (and usually Texan) dishes. We talked and talked and talked. We danced in her living room to Indian music, then we watched Bollywood movies and danced to those too. She played guitar. I usually fell asleep on her futon, and we'd walk to campus together. Those were good good times.

And now she's done. Finished university. She's back in Dallas to continue life with a new job, and a future very far away from where mine is.

I miss you Jessica.

Graduation... not mine yet.

I realize I haven't blogged in almost a month!
It hasn't been too busy of a month. I've mostly just been working, relaxing, reading, hanging out with friends, and hanging out with my mom.

On Thursday, I went to my mom's graduation from Ryerson University. It was so exciting to see my mom graduate! She finished a 19-month accelerated course to complete her Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I'm so proud of her. She's considering going on in school. There's a certificate program in Primary Health Care Nurse Practitioner at UofT, York and Ryerson. My mom is applying for that for September.

It's neat to think that in a couple years I'll be at my own graduation ceremony, getting my degree. It's gonna take a lot of work to get there though...