I've a pretty bad last two days. My flight was canceled and I had to go back and stay in Toronto another day. I didn't really mind that, I can survive the hustle and bustle of chaotic life. What I found difficult was the emotions of saying goodbye, having a finale to my second year of university, and then not going. It's difficult to explain, it's like all the emotions I had were out of place. My body feels like it should be home right now, but it isn't. At the same time, I'm sad to leave all my dear friends here in Toronto, but I haven't actually left yet. I'm in this weird, aimless in between that I have never thought about before. Basically, airports are weird and incredibly emotional. I'm homebound now, so hopefully all will be OK.