End of semester number one

It's over. My first semester is done.

It's been eye-opening, it's been joy and life giving and it's been tough.

I probably don't need to explain the first couple, but I'll try to explain the tough.

When you are realising that a lot of what you learnt has been the result of some major presuppositions (not necessarily bad) and you want to learn how you came to those conclusions and if you are still going to hold them, then a certain amount of 'undoing' occurs. You sometimes realise that what you thought you knew, is actually something not really possible to know. Small is a good word, you feel small. Tiny. Vulnerable.

We are leaving Vancouver tomorrow morning. I'll miss the place, especially as we leave it looking particularly wintry, but am really excited about seeing family, friends and the dug. That's my dog, not my dad. He would be "Big Dug".