Come to Toronto, come to Toronto...

As of today, I have been in Toronto exactly one month. It seems like a lot longer.

On the whole, my experience has been active and positive. I've been very involved at Massey, with everything from High Tables to dealing poker, non-resident committee co-chair to knitting and irish dancing. I've been to a few SCA meetings. My classes are all well underway, to the point where I've begun thinking about term paper topics. My room is (finally) set up more-or-less the way I like it. All in all, I'd say I'm mostly settled in.

The thing that bugs me most, though, is the lack of my friends and family. Though I'm on friendly terms with people here, there is no one really (at least not yet!) who I feel I can go to if I just want to chat or chill. No one with whom I've exchanged phone numbers. I've only had guests over to my place twice: once was my uncle and once was a friend of his. (Almost) no one I can go to for a running hug.

And that last one is a big problem for me. I miss hugs. I really, really do. There are one or two people here I hug when I see, but for the most part the people I hang out with are not very huggy. So no hugs, no curling up with someone to watch movies, very little playful flirting.

But, aside from those annoyances, my experience here so far has been quite positive. In large part, I think this is because of Massey. I'd have loved to live there, but at least I'll enjoy the facilities and the people to the extent I can while not living there.

And that has been Julie's Reflective Thought of the Day (tm). I now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ.