I started working a couple of weeks ago. While I most definitely want to continue, it is rather difficult. There are days where I just get so stressed and can't sleep, which makes it very hard the next day at work. No giving up planned. I can do this!
My sister, her partner and their children left on August 1st for my home region, where they are staying with my parents. Tomorrow morning, Mario and I are leaving to join them. More stress there. I am looking forward to seeing the family, but I absolutely hate car rides. *eyes supply of anti-nausea pills*
There's another thing that stresses me. In January, my parents moved. They had been staying in the same house for more than 25 years (before my birth, then). It was the only home I knew and would constantly call such. Through the bullying and depression, it was the place I could always return to and find some comfort. It just won't be the same now.
In addition to work, I have been attending several protests lately. I was quite surprised to realise that I enjoy protests. I hate standing in a crowd. I hate places full of people. But I love protests. Go figure. Maybe it's the ambiance, the mixture of anger and hope, the people full of ideas. I think the movement also helps, and I mean that in the strictest physical sense: standing there in the crowd feels bad, walking around feels good.
I would have tons of things to say about the movement that has shaken the province since around February/March, but I feel like, tonight, I would be unable to do it any justice, so instead I leave with a simple phrase: protests are beautiful.