Tonight after my chemistry lab I decided to take the long way home and walk down UC hill to the gates and catch my bus in front of Christina's instead of at Nat Sci. And it got me thinking about how much I missed that walk, a walk I must have made at least a couple hundred times by now. Every Tuesday last year I'd have supper at Med-Syd with the Gibbons gang and then head to my chemistry lab or tutorial. After, I'd walk back home with Nicole and Michelle, usually laughing the whole way. I'd forgotten how nice the trees on UC hill smell, and how soothing it is to walk beneath their boughs with the moon overhead and a cool breeze in the evening air, how the squirrels criss-cross the sidewalk in front of you, how the Thames shimmers black and mysterious beneath you as you cross the bridge, how the residences line the street, the path in front of you. Amidst all the drama and depression of last year, I'd forgotten how much I love this place. I'd forgotten that this has become home.

I regret my absence in this journal over the last year. And I regret not recording the good times as well as the bad. There were countless nights when I went to Med-Syd for dinner, or to do homework, or just to hang out. I'm realizing now, as I walk campus and see familiar faces everywhere, just how many friends I made there. I should have wrote about the good times.

In other news, I've made, potentially, a new friend through faceparty. He seems very nice and interesting, and we plan to go rollerblading, but so far our schedules have been too busy and conflicting. Hopefully after thanksgiving we'll be able to get together.