Home for a rest

Well, it's that time of year when students board trains, planes and (heaven forbid) the greyhound to return home for the Thanksgiving weekend. I guess I was fortunate, in that I got a plane home (my parents love me) instead of one of the other forms of transportation already mentioned.

Anyways, I returned home this morning to find my chi out of whack, namely what used to be my room is no longer my room; it's my brother's now. It seems weird, I've only been gone for 50 days, yet it feels like ages. I guess this is all part of the experience of living (far) away from home.

In other news, Ottawa is now cold in rainy, which can only mean one thing: Snow season is about to start! I count myself one among many looking forward to the coming of the white fluffy stuff and all the wintertime activities associated with it: snowboarding, skating, and beavertails!