Oh how I loathe thee...

As in I loathe student loans!!
With all my preparations for moving, and getting emotional over certain things, I came to realize that I haven't received a notice of assessment for my student loan yet. 


EEK!
Classes begin in less than 2 weeks. It doesn't help that my province's student loan office has been sending all my mail to my mother's house either! Maybe they went for the safe route and decided to send stuff there since it's listed as my permanent address. But where I had my Moncton address listed as my current address on my application. So shouldn't stuff be sent here all along? 
Guess not. My mom has had to play the middle man since I applied for student loans. And when stuff is sent there, she has to forward it here, costing an extra $0.59 each time for postage because everything needs my signature. 


Somebody is definitely missing brain cells there. Here's an idea, send the mail to where I am! Plus there was that whole Canada Post strike back at the end of June that has slowed down mail. Even now we're still receiving stuff that has been dated in July. 


Sorry for the rant, but I'm panicking. What happens when I move to Halifax and haven't heard back from student loans yet? I don't want to be kicked out of school before I even start for not being able to pay. I worked hard to get into this program, and I damn well better be able to attend classes and get my freaking degree!! 


Puppy is encouraging me to call the office tomorrow and see what's going on. I might just do that. And hopefully no water works will be included in that phone call - but with the way things are going, it's not a guarantee. 
Gosh I'm such a cry baby sometimes lol. 

Saying Goodbye

It's my last week in Moncton. For God knows how long.
Might be back in a couple years, or might stick in Nova Scotia. Who knows where my future career will take me.

So for the last couple of days I've been saying my goodbyes to various people I know around here.
Yesterday was my last day at work too. I was only there for about 8-9 weeks, but I was a great worker.
With an hour left of my last shift, the supervisors/managers of my department called a huddle. They said to everyone it was my last day since I was off to Grad school and presented a card to me wishing me luck.
I actually got a bit teary eyed!

I actually liked that job, and will definitely miss it there. There was definitely a big difference between there and where I worked previously. I felt like I was part of a team here. It was a great feeling.

Now I should arrange to see some more friends before I'm off on Tuesday. It's going to be an emotional weekend that's for sure.

Hope everyone stays safe with Hurricane Irene on the prowl! Have a great weekend :D

Setting in

Really? It's August 20th already?
I find it bizarre that the summer has already whizzed by for the most part. Now the end to my time in Moncton is fast approaching.

I'll be honest with you. I'm sort of freaking out about it. Everything is setting in.
Less than 2 weeks to go. And I'll be gone. Starting a new chapter of my life, and getting one step closer to my goal as a Public Health Nutritionist.
Without J there to support me in the flesh. Sure, I have all his support emotionally, but won't have him there with me physically. And that's getting hard to deal with.
I'm going to miss him like crazy.
Yeah sure we started out with something long distance, and it was rough then.
Now it's going to be harder after we spent over a year together.

*deep breath* I'll be okay.
I'm trying not to think about it right now. Maybe if I focus on packing and working my last few shifts, then it won't seem as bad.
Wish me luck

Two Weeks!

Wow, hard to believe, but I only have a little over 2 weeks left of work.
In about 3 weeks I'll be moving to my new home!

I'm actually pretty excited, but will definitely miss J.
But, at the same time I'll be in a place where I can live by MY rules, and with MY mess.
Nobody else's. And nobody else's ridiculous behaviours...

But not going to get into that.
Just know that I'm having mixed emotions about leaving.