Squeaky swings and tall grass, the longest shadows ever cast.
I really miss summer. That statement really adds up to mean I miss Penticton. All I can think about is the sunshine and youthful feelings I miss. Going into second semester, the cloudy weather which I look at through the bakery's windows really hits the gloomy button for me. I know the semesters aren't as long and that Victoria is renowned for it's year long mild weather which so many people love, but I really can't attach myself to Victoria. I've said this before too, there are just moments I really need to get out of here, but I can't. I was talking to my cousin who left Victoria in October to go to New York as a nanny. She was saying how her trip has really made her realize how much more there is out there, then she added, "I don't know how you're still sane in Victoria Joce, I really can't stand it there." I don't freaking know either, but I wouldn't call myself sane. I keep myself busy, trying to make time fly faster than ever so I can hurry this year into May and Europe. I know my trip won't solve all my problems because I will have to come back after those two months and get back to the grindstone, but I need to semi-remedy this desire for adventure. I've also added a week long stay in Penticton to my Europe plans now, because if I don't at least make it there once a year what else have I got? Alot of my friends in Penticton say how dull it is there and how they are finding it difficult to find opportunities, that I should feel blessed to live in Victoria where 'you can make your life happen.' Yeah there are good school's here, there are good schools everywhere, but for me those connections I made in preschool are what really matters. I need to see some of those people I consider the closest thing to friends that I have and celebrate life. Isn't that what it's all about, celebrating life? I don't want to lock myself up on this island, never leaving, never considering opportunities, never revisiting my Penticton past because Victoria doesn't represent who I am. When I'm here I feel more like a captive than an 'Islander'. I don't exactly feel like a Pentictonite; although, I know I'm a small town gal, who loves dramatic seasons and the desert summers. Home is where the heart is and my heart just ain't here, but I did leave pieces in that Peach City. All I can do right now, is sit and listen to my songs, my heart beating to a different tune, where I don't recall a single care just greenery and humid air, where the water's warm and children swim and we frolick about in our summer skin.