Sudbury, surreal, disconnected

Its disorienting, encountering things from childhood that are not as remember them at all.

Then again, also applies to not-childhood things, but not as much of a shock.


I'm in Sudbury, at my grandparents. The neighbourhood looks very suburbanized now - the woods I used to play in / ride my bike over from my parents' house has new subdivisions put up; the farm that was across the road from my Nana's is gone, more new houses in its place.

Sudbury is lonely.


My back is still screwy, and trying to get ahold of sleep specialist to put together an appeal to be able to be back at the college in the fall to finish my DPAI diploma at Georgian. Waiting is not something I'm very good at, but I'm trying to be patient.

Also trying to figure out how to get to San Diego for beginning of August for friends' wedding and perhaps Comic Con. And trying to figure out how to get a job that doesn't mind the narcolepsy or back problems, or get the process of applying for ODSP started instead of getting the run-around. Lots of thinking, and I'm not very good at thinking or concentrating anywhere near my previous levels.

Nana's garden is nice though, and trying to just exist for a few days - barely have anything on my laptop that I can work on, other than a few web-sized versions to upload to various sites. Have my video camera though, and will try to get some footage to throw together when I get back.