The Wack

It's July 3rd which is a holiday for most people and should be a holiday for me (and sort of is because I'm not working) but I'm in the hospital with no women labouring sittng across the library from the resident who should have kindly told me he was taking the day off. Not that I'm bitter (because I most definitely am).
I've been here in Chilliwack where I was born and raised til I was 8 and it's been...interesting to say the least. Staying with my grandparents was really great last week but last night my grandmother went crazy saying that I never spend time with them (even though that's all I did except work). I think she might have clinical depression. Good thing my grandpa is funny.
I had a great weekend with my friends and my sister and her friend Dean. We had a fun Canada Day celebration and I got to spend the majority of the weekend with my Drinking Buddy so that was awesome. Also, Jo rented a car and picked me up from the Wack in Orange Hotness and we had a super fun time catching up.
Spending time with family and friends makes me wonder if I want to live back in Edmonton where I'm surrounded by family and friends. Not because I don't love them all dearly and miss them all terribly but because the expectations are too high about what I'm supposed to do and who I'm supposed to be. It's a bit suffocating. So this trip, even more this weekend, has brought me more questions than answers.