Ah, summer

For the past three years, summer has been the bane of my existence. This isn't surprising, but it also isn't pleasant.

I'm not me. The real me can only be seen in Windsor. This both saddens and scares me at the same time. Why can't I seem to express the real me in Welland?

There are two people in the world that know me. They know the real me, every side of me and they love me for it. And I love them for loving me. It's tough though, I have trouble dealing with the whole situation. I keep it all in, which I feel is the best thing for me to do, though maybe it isn't. I'm finding I really miss the people I know in Windsor. Obviously first and foremost my friends, both the Canadians and the Internationals, but I'm also missing people like housemates and Subway guy. I miss the reassurance I get while walking the streets, that I know exactly where I'm going and what I'm doing. When I'm in Welland I hardly ever know what what's going on, and even where I'm going when I'm driving, leading me to take the long way around. When I'm in Windsor, I feel much more comfortable with the area, I know exactly where I'm going, and I never get lost. It all seems so silly though, because I've spent most of my life in Welland, and only really a year and a half in Windsor. Also, Welland is ALOT smaller than Windsor, and seemingly much easier to navigate.

That's all I have for now. It feels better to get it out. Hopefully I'll come up with some answers soon, and maybe even the problem

Till next time,
Jen