Hopscotch and Heroin

I was sitting here thinking I'm really going to miss this place. I'm really going to miss my cat. Then I heard a thud and a crash bang boom. I go out in the dining room to see my cat has knocked over a picture frame with me staring out from behind the shattered mess. It's almost funny to think she's done this to a picture of mine twice now. Something tells me I'm not wanted here anymore, even by my cat. Or...perhaps just by my cat?
Call me crazy but she's got something against me.

I just got back from Ottawa and I really like it there. The air is cleaner and the city is a hell of a lot bigger. It'll take some getting used to but I'm sure I can handle getting from place to place on the bus. They have a free shuttle from Carleton to Ottawa U so I can just go on downtown whenever I feel need be. Every half hour. That's all.
Carleton is big, really big, with tunnels underground. If only I could work them, get from place to place in a breeze. I can't yet, we'll see how it goes come September. I'll also see how I can handle journalism in the big city. Sometimes I almost regret taking journalism but what else can I do with my life but write? Get real, I don't see anything else I could possibly try. But they say 50% of Carleton students change their major at least once...
We'll see