As someone who's life has been run according to school divisions, September is the beginning of my year. Now that I'm not going to school, I don't know how to begin this "new year," as it were. But begin it must, and so I find myself sitting on the floor of my little sister's new room. She is living in an apartment with three boys who have lived together for the last....2-3 years. I went to high school with two of them. They are cool guys, pretty laid back, but I can't help feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation. I just want her to feel at home in this place. I know it's only the first night, and it'll get better, but she gets so nervous, I just want to stay here and help her through everything. I don't know if she can handle it, and do what she needs to to force her way into this place. Just keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Oh, my stomach is just churning. I have to keep up the pretense that I am okay with this, but I'm not. Not really. I want her to have friends, a good time at uni, and to just feel safe. I hope this year goes well for her. I would've never imagined her agreeing to this situation. Oh, I hope she feels okay.
I begin the job hunt tomorrow. Again. Blah, my least favourite thing in the world. Oh, well, that is why I'm in the city. I need some purpose to me being here. This whole "taking the year off" thing sounded great in my head, but it is WAY more stressful when it actually needs to be put into place.
I do like her roommates though. I can talk to them just fine. I hope she can.
She'll be fine.
She'll be great.
Hope I will.
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