MERRY JULY
Whoops, guess I turned 23 and disappeared off LJ again :x
But happy 4th of July to my American f-list folk, and belated happy Canada Day to my fellow Canadians~ :D
Random bullet point update about nothing in particular:
Watched Firefly, am sad that it was cut short so soon
Got rather drunk on Canada Day; it was an interesting enough experience
I've built me another hodgepodge Trick Room team idk if it'd be any better than the first one~ 8D
I've got me a co-op job for September after I sign and return a bunch of documents anyway \o/
In other news, today I was mowing the lawn. I had an interesting encounter that I think I'll remember for a very long time.
So I had only started mowing the front lawn when someone parked their car nearby, spotted me, and came over to say hello. Admittedly I didn't really recognize this man, so I was thrown off when he asked me if I was still living with my grandparents.
I ended up telling him that they had passed on a couple years ago, after which point he expressed a bit of surprise and sorrow, saying that he's lived here for 25 years now, just a bit across the street. He even remembered we used to have a Maxima. He told me he'd essentially seen me grow up from when I was about yea big (which was not very big at all, of course).
He even mentioned my mother, saying that he knew I lost her very young. That he was acquainted with her and remembered she was a young woman that had unfortunately fallen ill.
The conversation sort of wrapped up with him saying that it was good to see that I've grown up to be a nice young girl.
I tried to see where he lived exactly as he walked back to his house, and on hindsight I suppose he must have had a very good view of the side walkway out of our neighbourhood, where my grandpa and I traversed through very often between going to school, going to the library, the grocery store, etc., once upon a time. Seems like as good of a place as any to watch the kids in the neighbourhood grow up (and hell, even I've watched the kids in the neighbourhood grow up at this point).
I don't know, it just felt odd to meet this man that I didn't even recognize and hear him tell me about things about my life he remembered that a lot of people I talk to on a regular basis might not even know. And then I just thought about how much of my life and personal history is on this street and in my house. And how wonderful it is that if nothing else, I'm a part of this one man's memories of life in this neighbourhood. I just can't stand the thought of leaving this place at this point in my life, when I'm still too immature to know where I'm going.
This is why I hate that my dad is forcing us to move (long story) and how he tells me that there's a time to "let things go", which yeah, I can understand, but apart from the obvious fact that he hasn't lived here for almost 20 years now, it's just always so obvious that we don't share the same sense of sentimentality and he has zero empathy for how hard it'd be for me to never be able to come back to my childhood home. Not to mention the frustrations that come from finding a new home and the very act of packing and moving in the first place.
Yeah I don't even know.
In other unrelated lawn mowing news, I totally got a very painful friction burn from where I got my foot entangled in my lawn mower's power cord. \o/ *fails at life*
Today's also the last day of my reading week and I am so sad about this I can't even-
But happy 4th of July to my American f-list folk, and belated happy Canada Day to my fellow Canadians~ :D
Random bullet point update about nothing in particular:
In other news, today I was mowing the lawn. I had an interesting encounter that I think I'll remember for a very long time.
So I had only started mowing the front lawn when someone parked their car nearby, spotted me, and came over to say hello. Admittedly I didn't really recognize this man, so I was thrown off when he asked me if I was still living with my grandparents.
I ended up telling him that they had passed on a couple years ago, after which point he expressed a bit of surprise and sorrow, saying that he's lived here for 25 years now, just a bit across the street. He even remembered we used to have a Maxima. He told me he'd essentially seen me grow up from when I was about yea big (which was not very big at all, of course).
He even mentioned my mother, saying that he knew I lost her very young. That he was acquainted with her and remembered she was a young woman that had unfortunately fallen ill.
The conversation sort of wrapped up with him saying that it was good to see that I've grown up to be a nice young girl.
I tried to see where he lived exactly as he walked back to his house, and on hindsight I suppose he must have had a very good view of the side walkway out of our neighbourhood, where my grandpa and I traversed through very often between going to school, going to the library, the grocery store, etc., once upon a time. Seems like as good of a place as any to watch the kids in the neighbourhood grow up (and hell, even I've watched the kids in the neighbourhood grow up at this point).
I don't know, it just felt odd to meet this man that I didn't even recognize and hear him tell me about things about my life he remembered that a lot of people I talk to on a regular basis might not even know. And then I just thought about how much of my life and personal history is on this street and in my house. And how wonderful it is that if nothing else, I'm a part of this one man's memories of life in this neighbourhood. I just can't stand the thought of leaving this place at this point in my life, when I'm still too immature to know where I'm going.
This is why I hate that my dad is forcing us to move (long story) and how he tells me that there's a time to "let things go", which yeah, I can understand, but apart from the obvious fact that he hasn't lived here for almost 20 years now, it's just always so obvious that we don't share the same sense of sentimentality and he has zero empathy for how hard it'd be for me to never be able to come back to my childhood home. Not to mention the frustrations that come from finding a new home and the very act of packing and moving in the first place.
Yeah I don't even know.
In other unrelated lawn mowing news, I totally got a very painful friction burn from where I got my foot entangled in my lawn mower's power cord. \o/ *fails at life*
Today's also the last day of my reading week and I am so sad about this I can't even-