The One with the New Decade

Holy sweet Jesus. New year? New decade?

The first major thought of 2010: Holy Christ, I'm going to be 30 this decade. I'm officially old.

It's snowing here in Backwoods, and there's a weather warning for freezing rain-turning-into-heavy snow over the weekend, which equals a nice drive back to Halifax.

I'd also like to take a minute to thank my journalism advisor who sent out this email last night at 7:30pm: "Hey everyone, classes start Monday, here are your schedules! On that cheery note, Happy New Year!"

I'm itching to get back to Halifax. I've been in Backwoods since November 22nd, and I'm about to go nuts. Backwoods is the kind of town appreciable in small, weekend-length doses. You can't even buy decent magazines here (I had to go on a massive hunt to find Vanity Fair, and don't even talk to me about Rolling Stone, that one is impossible to find). There's one traffic light as compared to the millions of traffic lights.

I even miss riding the bus, and we all remember how grumpy bus-riding-people usually make me.

I think the first thing I'm going to do (aside from unpacking and attending classes and most likely buying groceries) is hop the bus and take my camera around Halifax, taking pictures of everything I've missed.

Here's to a happy 2010 (and a Family Guy marathon)!