beginning anew
was in ottawa sunday/monday for the darned transit visa. it was really a matter of an hour, and i didn't even get to see a visa officer! the receptionist took my documents, asked me to wait, and handed back my passport with the british direct airside transit visa, and that was it. basically, i waited for 25 minutes after i was let in, and then another 20 minutes after she took my docs, which took about 5 minutes. made me wonder why i spent so much money going to ottawa and staying overnight at a hotel only to come back.
it was a nice visit to ottawa though...saw a light and sound show at parliament hill...it was really close to my hotel, and even though i didn't know about it, the little walk around downtown paid off as i ran into the show. i haven't walked around parliament hill before...just driven by it the last time i was in ottawa with the family...so this was different. the light and sound show reminded me of the one at the victoria memorial in kolkata, india, which was really cool at the time...but this was even grander. so i liked ottawa, but there were too many 'goth' folks walking around, and 'lounging' in the streets for my liking! admittedly, i was a bit weary of them. either way, i was considering whether i'd be able to live in ottawa. i mean, i love toronto, and i think i'd like to live here for some time with a job etc, but a lot of the jobs that are lucrative in my area are in ottawa. didn't seem like a bad place...after all it's the capital!
now i'm back to my base in toronto, and urgently have to figure out what to do with my stuff. so much stuff! and also have to begin working....that's not gonna happen today though. as i've mentioned several times, i hate moving...and having to move more than once a year can get on your nerves. i just moved to a new place in may, but i didn't like it, and also am going away for a few months so had to move all my stuff somewhere else. packing's a pain in the butt, as is unpacking eventually!
i think my parents are getting a bit paranoid about the fact that they don't really always know where i am for this month. especially my darling father. which isn't nice for me, because it frustrates me a little. i mean, they're soooooooooooo far away...and i have a life here...i don't know why, after so many years away, they expect me to constantly inform them about my whereabouts, what i'm doing, who i'm seeing, etc. i'm not 16! (my sister is though....hehe). at the same time, i don't blame my parents, and i know why they're worried sometimes....but chill, will ya?
ok, off to do the household chores!
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