The First of the Last

Today is my first day in the last week of good byes. Already today I said goodbye to Mary, Delores, Don, and Diane. I almost cried when Mary came in. It wasn't her day to volunteer (she and Don alternate Mondays) but she came in with a present for me...I haven't brought myself to open it yet. Nicole and I have been going to the Summerside Presbyterian Church every Sunday that we could. Mary also goes there so we bonded a lot. I have her phone number and will have to give her a call when I get to Stonewall. I have a whole week of goodbyes ahead. :'( Friday will be the hardest, saying goodbye to my boss, the Brenda's (there's 3) and Bobby, Darren and George. I'm not looking forward to it. I hope Friday never comes.

Still no news from Alberta...getting a little impatient. But I don't want to get too frantic. I have options. Traveling is among them. I just had the idea today that if I don't get the Alberta job I'll work somewheres in Ontario, maybe a day camp, then take a couple weeks off in August and volunteer with the Canada Summer Games. They're in PEI this year so I can visit all my friends here. It would be so much fun. And I could use my french. That is a plus.

I fly off the Stonewall Manitoba next Wednesday... *sigh* I haven't had enough time here. I don't want to go yet. The only upside is that we get to chillax with the other two groups from PEI tomorrow at our 6 month party (oh my goodness, 6 months already) and also at rotation camp.*

*Rotation Camp: A Katimavik tern meaning a 2 day get together with your cluster group, usually made up of 3 different groups, where the Project Cordinator does some activities relating to the past trimester, but mostly its a giant party at a camp. Simply put 28 teenagers, 1 supervisor, a whole camp to ourselves. Booya.

And my wisdom teeth are bothering me, in more ways than one.

That's my life as I know it. Peace and Love Forever.