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If We Don't, Remember Me
Dec. 31st, 2010 10:04 amI really need to learn to turn off the wi-fi on this more often; it's the only way I can get any writing done.
I'm in a car with my dad and step-mom, going to meet some relatives an hour or so away. It's been a spirited week! And I only have a few more days before I head home. All in all, it's been pretty good; we got Christmas out of the way in very small fashion, went to Romeo and Juliet as done by the RSC, saw Catfish (very reflective of the life I'm immersed in), almost saw Monsters, and had some very satisfying meals at Pizza Express, pretty much my favourite chain restaurant anywhere in the world.
I also made a trip to my favourite falafel place in the world, off Uxbridge St in Acton, and while it wasn't nearly as mind-blowingly tasty as I remember it to be, it was as reliably cheap and the experience counted!
I found a whole bunch of books here that I'd forgotten I had. More than that, I found a lot of memories I'd forgotten. Simply lying in the upstairs bed on the first day was enough for the memories to come back in... and in some ways, it was comforting for me to relive them; finding a piece of myself, rediscovered in recollection.
These highways, too, help me to drive down memory lane. Lots of highway travel... especially with Jess, staving off boredom by jumping at tire splashes in wet weather. Taking books. Gameboys, probably. Life experience from a good chunk of my years.
Officially, I've lived in Canada longer than I have in London, now. The worst has long moved on, dwelling only in wounded thoughts like my own. I think it's safe to say that I was one of the most, if not the most damaged of my graduating year. I left Southfield on a good note with promises of friendship among classmates, but I left a lot of bad thoughts trailing behind me... which inevitably affected my early years in Victoria.
I haven't seen nearly as many friends here as I could have, but that's okay. I'll see if I can grab a few in the last day before I leave. Or maybe just one. We'll see.
Not much else. I'm hungry. Signing off.
I'm in a car with my dad and step-mom, going to meet some relatives an hour or so away. It's been a spirited week! And I only have a few more days before I head home. All in all, it's been pretty good; we got Christmas out of the way in very small fashion, went to Romeo and Juliet as done by the RSC, saw Catfish (very reflective of the life I'm immersed in), almost saw Monsters, and had some very satisfying meals at Pizza Express, pretty much my favourite chain restaurant anywhere in the world.
I also made a trip to my favourite falafel place in the world, off Uxbridge St in Acton, and while it wasn't nearly as mind-blowingly tasty as I remember it to be, it was as reliably cheap and the experience counted!
I found a whole bunch of books here that I'd forgotten I had. More than that, I found a lot of memories I'd forgotten. Simply lying in the upstairs bed on the first day was enough for the memories to come back in... and in some ways, it was comforting for me to relive them; finding a piece of myself, rediscovered in recollection.
These highways, too, help me to drive down memory lane. Lots of highway travel... especially with Jess, staving off boredom by jumping at tire splashes in wet weather. Taking books. Gameboys, probably. Life experience from a good chunk of my years.
Officially, I've lived in Canada longer than I have in London, now. The worst has long moved on, dwelling only in wounded thoughts like my own. I think it's safe to say that I was one of the most, if not the most damaged of my graduating year. I left Southfield on a good note with promises of friendship among classmates, but I left a lot of bad thoughts trailing behind me... which inevitably affected my early years in Victoria.
I haven't seen nearly as many friends here as I could have, but that's okay. I'll see if I can grab a few in the last day before I leave. Or maybe just one. We'll see.
Not much else. I'm hungry. Signing off.