Partial footprints in the snow, a furrowed brow. He could recognize her anywhere.
I start orientation at UBC tomorrow. I don’t remember the last time I had such fierce first day jitters. I was telling a friend today how I’ve been feeling with starting over, having no source of comfort, feeling unsure and uneasy. He is married, has been living in the same place for three years, has had his job for four, but he spent much of his early-late twenties travelling and moving around a lot. He loves his life and wouldn’t trade it for anything, and he said “I miss that feeling.”
I’m reminded, once again, how cool this is. I’ve got opportunities galore and I can do whatever I want. That’s pretty rad. I’m nervous, I can’t help that. But I’m excited, too. Wish me luck!