"You should come up to Toronto sometime."
"I don't have a car, or any way to get there."
"Come with us."
"I wish."
God how I wish I had just said, "Let me go pack, I'll e-mail my professors, and say, I'm taking Thanksgiving break early. And let me call my mom to let her know that I won't be there, and that I'll be with you guys."
But...against my wishes, I'm still here. I'm in Potsdam. And he's gone. Back in Toronto. I knew mom would give me hell. She gonna give me hell for the tattoo.
I know, I'm 21...it's my choice. You have no idea how much I wish I had taken him up on that offer. I wish I'd packed my bags, and left with them that night.
One of these days, I will do something for myself. I will go to Toronto. I will.
I want to be there right now, and I am actually, truly, regretting not going with them Friday night.
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