... That I don't have nearly the opportunity to do what I thought I would have had as an adult. I gained a tonne of weight, because I'm suddenly strapped to laundry, stupid household chores, homework (and also tech that I never really cared for previously).
As a result, I stopped going outside and just being there. Although as an alternate factor, I seem to have lost the naivety about safety after dark in cities, when I started reading stories about people being stabbed, raped and molested in the town that I moved to. And, realistically, I stopped playing rugby when I realized how clique-y the people were up here. All of these combined to create... lazy me.
I don't have access to some of the equipment I once did (my mom and dad have a lot of stuff, like a sweet canoe, par example); and I haven't got the company with whom it would make it all a little more pleasant (many of my friends have left this town, or have bred and now are unable to get away at the drop of a hat, and the hubbs is a house-bound computer geek-sounds cool, 'till you realize that he's the reason you can't go sleep in a random forest: "I just don't see the point of hiking for three hours to sleep outside. Was that noise a bear? If you go by yourself, you'll get eaten, stabbed, lost, injured, etc...").
I guess I'm just really down lately as a result of all this lack of awesome stuff. The best times I've had since I moved to Uni were those where I got out and did stuff on my own, camping and hiking. I finally found a hiking spot near school that is worth it; especially during the fall and early spring-- the number of people frequenting it are nil. Now, all I need is a dog-- which most housing here disagrees with, since it's all student housing. *sigh*.
I guess I'm just frustrated.
