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In descending order:

I WILL MISS

10 - This Hour Has 22 Minutes

9 - Rick Mercer

8 - Roommate Night!

7 - Drinks at the Victory with my peeps

6 - Mrs. Fischer and the urn that currently holds Shadow

5 - Reading intro to Women’s Studies students bad papers

4 - Canadian Politics and Jack Laytons moustache

3 - Being outside of the U.S. and getting that perspective for YEARS!

2 - STROMBO

1 - My loved ones here in TO - you know who you are - know that i love you!

I WILL NOT MISS

10 - Driving on streetcar tracks

9 - Being ‘the american’ in canada {oh the shame!}

8 - Doing two sets of taxes

7 - Being afraid of getting arrested and losing my visa

6 - crossing the border ALL THE TIME {hi dont shoot me, thx}

5 - Canadian November

4 - Canadian December

3 - Canadian January

2 - Canadian February

1 - Have I mentioned the weather here being soul sucking for my cupcake sun-loving self! THE WEATHER WILL NEVER BE MISSED!

so i was just emailing with my friend julia who has just returned from an amazing trip in guatemala for the past two months - and we got to talking about time - and how travel often muddles our normal sense of time - which just reveals time to be this big strange bizarre system of counting - below is a portion of what i wrote to julia {who hopefully won’t mind my sharing of a ramble}

“i am glad that guatemala has
given you a new perspective on everything including time - its a long
time to be with people - and a long time to be away from people - and
i am sure its going to be a process to make it back up to the north
and start counting from how long you have been back - cause humans are
always counting - i am counting how long until i leave - and how long
until i am done teaching and counting how long till my period - which
involves counting how long from my last period - and counting how many
papers i have left to grade and counting how many cans of cat food
fischer has left - and counting - and counting - its interesting -
time is weird - we have to count it to make it make sense -”

and i think i went somewhere else after that - but it’s all true - and all something very very bizarre -

how do humans make sense of time passing? we count it -

there are plenty of ways to make sense of the experiences we have - i can make sense of how breakfast was by telling you about how good it tasted or how pretty it looked - or how new of a taste it was - or i can count things and give you my rational in terms of how big my omellette was - how many ounces of juice i had or how many mugs of coffee - three berry crepes have a number in the title - but in this case - counting is one of many ways to retell an experience - to make sense of it -

but it looks like, for humans at least, counting is the only way we can make sense of it….

does that mean that consciousness of time is ‘worth it’ - or do our little minds need to come up with new ways of experiencing and discussing time? that move into somewhere that counting won’t cover - can time feel good ?

you tell me….