It's All Greek To Me

Until the beginning of May the boyfriend has been living about 4 hours away from me to complete a BEd. We're no strangers to distance. I did 3 seperate Co-Op work terms out of town (and two of them were also out of province) during my undergraduate degree but some how this one was much harder. I think in part we were both just fed up with the distance and in part it was the first time he (a home-body) left me (an adventure junkie) and in part we've been together longer then when I kept leaving town so we're all the more attached and use to having each other available.

Anyways the boy moved back to his parent's house a few weeks ago (which is a short train ride from my place) and things have sort of been rocky trying re-adjust. In an attempt to have a normal date (vs. a 4 hour weighty conversation about our future) we went out to our favourite greek resturant.

Mmm too many delicious choices.

I ended up picking a chicken breast stuffed with feta and spinish (no picture... I ate it that fast) and The Boy got this phyillo pastry stuff with chicken and veggies.

Yes, the plate is the size of a severing tray. And yes, that knife is actually a small dagger.

Another Late Night

Seeing the day from Sunrise to Sunset always gives me a sense of accomplishment.

Too Fast or Too Slow

Life seems to be flying and yet I'm itchy for progress and change. How is that possible?

I have a 6 page needs-to-be-done-NOW list. I had a one-on-one meeting with my supervisor today that spanned a soild 3 hours. I have daily panic attacks about how much I should of got done yesterday. I'm putting a soild 12-18 a day in a the lab 5-6 days a week. Yet I feel stagnet. I keep putting off things on ever growing To Do list. Even the fun things like calling Michelle (a dear friend from highschool that I never call enough). I'm itching for some adventure. My mind keeps drifting to home renovations (if I didn't rent), fun vaction destinations, spontanous road trips and hobbies I'd like to take up.

The past few months have been insane. Even the weekends have been full work days in the lab or jammed packed with some social obligation or another. Weekends are ussually my down-time. I haven't properly cleaned my apartment since April and yet I'm debating if I should try to sign up for a SCUBA class that's being offered this weekend.

Am I just trying to mentally distract myself?