life in halifax

Halifax Adventure #9: First Day in Halifax!

I moved into my apartment bright and early this morning, which I believe means I can officially call myself a Halifax resident! *cheers*

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The weather here is gorgeous. I have unpacked a majority of my things, toured my dad around the Dalhousie campus, and tried out the nearest rooftop patio pub. I also realized just today that the homemade knit scarf I brought along with me actually matches the Dalhousie colours.

There is only one point which leaves me dissatisfied: I have to wait an entire weekend before the program actually begins???

I suppose, in the meantime, I shall brush up on my ice breaker skills. Like two truths and a lie:

1) The only long-term injury I sustained from ten years of Irish dance was caused by a fall only months before I planned to retire.
2) At the job where I was known as “Tall Meagan,” I would remind coworkers that I was actually the second shortest person in my immediate family.
3) When I was in elementary, my parents had to create a “one-book-a-day” rule, which I circumvented by swapping dust jackets.

Ice breakers always terrified me when I was younger — a product, I suppose, of my social anxiety. I’m taking it as an excellent sign that I’m not nervous in the slightest about meeting everyone else on Monday. Maybe it’s because I’ve already gotten a peek at my fellow MBA students through Facebook. Maybe it’s because I already met a couple others at the Meet the MBA Day I attended a couple months ago. Or maybe it’s because I’m just so extremely excited for this program that my usual fears are overwhelmed.

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Who knows? I’m just gonna revel in the feeling and count down the days.

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