Joey said a few weeks ago that he couldn't imagine I'd ever do anything I didn't want to do.

That's an awfully nice thing to say.  I wish I had that kind of confidence.  And there are things I don't want to do which I actually don't do.  But lately, I've been doing loads of things that I really don't want to do, mostly small, but still.

I hate to admit it, but my life really isn't that great right now.  I'm frustrated by a lot of things, and a lot of times I just want to go back to Boston and have my old life - with the addition of Joey.  I'm a little bit tired of not being around anyone who's known me longer than three years, and mostly being around people who've known me a much shorter time than that.  I'm truly sick of my coworkers' being in another country.  I still don't really know where to buy clothes.  And I cannot believe, no matter how civilized Canada may be, that I would have to go to Buffalo to get to Target.  I hate Buffalo.

See, I did all this stuff this past weekend, except the coworkers bit as I didn't have time to get to the office on the weekday.  I spent time with people who've mostly known me about fifteen years, plus my family, and a couple of much longer-term friends who happen to also have gone to my college.  We went to stores I knew, and even to Target on the way to the airport (not that we bought anything there, but still, we went).  And it was utterly depressing, because I had to come back to my computer in my living room.  I like Toronto, and my new friends, and all that, don't get me wrong.  But waking up in the morning with no place in particular to go...I am just not sure how much longer I can take it.

A few of my classmates, independently of one another, mentioned that the average jobsearch takes six to nine months.

Something's got to give.