Saying Goodbye To Emma
Maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
The countdown has reached the point of hours. My car is packed. I keep looking at the forest outside the window.
Learn to play guitar? I guess that would be a check. I am starting to become fluent in switching between A, Am, C, D, E, Em, F (almost), G. It's looking promising for the future. My fingers are callousing.
Do a ton of artwork and make connections? Check and check, although most of the artwork was photography I did get a few other pieces out of it and I got to experiment with tree sap and natural charcoal. I wish I'd brought my own paints for this last leg, though. I have to say though, I am definitely not a painter.
Last night I took some marshmallows, Doritos, and carrot sticks to Kenderdine's original cabin, #9, where my friend and co-worker Wanda was staying last night and we had a party. I asked her to tell me her life story, and I told her some of mine, too. We sat outside while she smoked and listened to the quiet and looked at the stars. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my last night here than talking in a cozy cabin by a woodstove with a member of my work family.
I am going to miss this place. I already had trouble sleeping at home because I could hear everything - I'm used to pure silence. I'm going to need to carve out a quiet place at the U of S for myself, the adjustment is going to be deafening in so many ways. The world outside is loud in music, in color, in every way. I'll have to keep a little of the lake inside as a retreat. But when I say goodbye to this place, I am certain that I'll come back. I've seen spring and summer here, but not my two favourite seasons. I might come back in September for a weekend if it's starting to look like Fall here. And I'll probably drive down sometime this winter if I can find the time.
As soon as I hit Saskatoon the crazy starts. Wedding tomorrow, Orientation the next day... School on the fourth, Ballroom signup 4 days later. And it all begins again.