To home or not to home?

This month long break at home has been totally lovely. Usually I go into town on a regular basis to visit with friends at night, and stick at home during the days to see family. This year however, no one has really been in town to visit, so tonight was my first busting outage in the hat. We, as usual, went over to Linds' house. She totally got a new pool table so that was hot. It was great to hang out with everyone, but as I did I realised once again that if I move back to town upon graduating, no one else will really be home that I know. Almost all of my friends are still in school in other towns or are getting married and settling down far far away from the hat. This is kinda depressing, as I'll be moving home to no one. My sister and I, however, are still troopers and are planning on coming back. So we made a list of pro's and con's to living in the the great metropolis.

Cons:
1) No new adventure (as I want to eventually settle down here, it stresses the shit out of me that I might not move again after this.)
2) Leaving friends (I finally made myself a home after moving annually for like, 5 years in a row, so this is really tragic. I love the s town)
3) Not living in a big city anymore. (Not allot of shopping/resteraunts/entertainment)

Ok, but there is some hope

Pros:
1) Good living options (Meghan and I already found fantastic apartments!!)
2) Cowboys
3) Networking (lame, I know, but seriously business is 90% who you know I've been told...and I know lots of people here!)
4) Christian community
5) No Saskatchewan taxes
6) Can wear wigs (this is way too long of a story)
7) Cheap rent
8) Good arts scene (yazz music, new martini bar)
9) Farmboys
10) Mom and Dad live close (hello hot tubbing and horse rides)
11) Weather (I haven't worn a jacket since I've been home)
12) Close to mountains (fun for weekend road trips)
13) Likely to suceed here (not an impossible feat, as it might seem in somewhere like calgary)

So, in conclusion, I think I could seriously handle living here. Plus, I just have to remind myself that there are cool people where ever I go.

Ok, so also, I hung out with a couple happy couples tonight, and i'm seriously so happy for them, and they are some of my bestest friends, but it kinda kills me to see these girls with these amazing guys I know they'll all live happily ever after with. I'm nothing but glad for them, but I hate to say it still depresses me. I would claim non-jealousy, but I know some smart ass would call me on it...so I'll just go with...an analogy which I will make up on the spot. Its like when you went to the waterslides as a kid, and you were all set to go on the BEST slide in the park. And you'd put your bathingsuit on and you'd been pumped for the slide all week thinking about it and you'd climed all those concrete stairs to get to the top of the hill and you'd fallen down a couple times and your knees were bleeding but you'd been strong and kept on trucking to the top but once you got there your stomach dropped a little. You see this sign, and this clown is painted on and he's holding his hand out horizontal. And you know you've hit your ultimate test. The height test. You can't cheat this one, you've either measured up or not. So you stand underneath and hold your breath, but the lifegaurd shakes his head at you. And you have to watch all your best friends give you these pathetically consoling looks but the minute they look away they have these huge smiles on their face because they ARE tall enough and are fully ready to run at that slide and take off, and you don't berudge them because you're stoked at least they get the enjoyment of the slide as you walk yourself back down those bloody concrete steps.

That right there is kinda how I feel. Pathetic. And if I didn't let myself mope the rare occasion I do, I'm sure I'd be a hell of allot cooler, although less true to myself.