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settling into this new town slowly but surely. shouldve come few days sooner given that school jumped right in the next morning. getting adjusted to being back in school and the new home was somewhat difficult. spending the days refreshing my mind with stats and econ; then in the evening driving around town thinking what is needed in the house. first two weeks were a blur. already need to think about jobbity job things for next summer as the fed recruiting process kicks off next month.

besides, usual school work, there is the thoughts of where i want to work come next year; ottawa or queen's park? in what department? in what capacity? or perhaps i'd be better off working in a think tank or ngo. it's so overwhelming but yet a welcoming change from the rut of the previous year. even opening up this blog would've required more thinking than i was capable of.

the housemates are chill, think we'll be able to manage. if anything, will they tolerate me?? of course, the weather is great and everyone is about their thing in the evening. let us await until mid january to see if the house is a pressure cooker. they've got poor taste in music; honestly, coming back from class and hearing blink182 blasting makes me wanna womit. maybe some of my taste will rub off on them come next spring.

the city of kingston is sweet itself. in the morning, walking to school having random stranger pleasantly say good morning is different. nothing of that sort happened home. what does get under my skin already is the drivers in this town. sure, the demographics indicate 89% are over 70, 10% students and whatever leftover that makes up this town, but the roads are just a diaster. using the car is almost limited to 2-3 times a week but in those couple of drives, i practically get an ulcer. toronto drivers are mental but k-town drivers are retards.

maybe it's the small town mentality; nothing to do, nowhere to go so they just move like slugs on the roads to piss off the 'city folk.' lot of walking means i haven't been getting to the gym. the daily 5-6 km via steps give me more than its share of physical activity.

downtown itself is a microcism for the young folk; more bars than one needs. thanks to its ultra competition for meager student dollars, it's quite a bargain to get sauced at any of the establishments. best place was the 'royal tavern' just a few steps further where a little history lingers in the walls; a favourite place for canada's first PM to throw back a few back in the day.

concerts here are few in between; obviously this isn't toronto anymore but a tiny bar like grad club is known to host artists from the arts & crafts roster such as apostle of hustle later tonight and jason collett a few weeks. to be able to see apostle of hustle in such a venue is akin to having him play in your living room. few nights back, few people from my program were throwing back the brews wondering how in the world they'll host a concert in that place. grad club: a living room with a liquor license.

of course i am keeping my eye out for one of kingston's finest. not a being a stalker or anything but one of the interwebs best probably crosses my path on any given evening.


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