days...

It's July 6th. 7 weeks left. One and a half months or so. I'm just counting down the month, the weeks and the days. Can I fit in everything I want to do here in Toronto before I leave it all behind? I don't know. I really don't know. I just can't believe it's already July. In the blink of an eye it will be August. Take a deep breath and it will be end of August. I don't want to think about the day I will be walking around at Pearson waiting to board my long flight away from my home; from everything I have always known. Can I leave it all behind? No. But through good communication, I will have not lost it all. My friends though miles away from me, will still feel like they are right there with me. Hopefully, I won't feel so far from home.
I will have a big (or so-called big) get-together sometime in August. A reunion of friends for a nice August potluck. I shall keep you all posted about the plans for that.

There's something 'bout the way
You looked at me
Made me think for a moment that
Maybe we were meant to be
Living our lives separately
And It's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately

Oh, I cannot ignore it,
I keep giving in,
But I should know better
'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me
And it's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately

You looked my way, you said "you frustrate me"
Like you're thinking of lines and times when you and I were you and me
You took our chance out on the street
Well you missed my chance and chances are
It won't be coming back to me

Oh, I cannot ignore it,
I keep giving in,
But I should know better
'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me
And it's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately
So desperately...

Michelle Branch - Desperately.