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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….