I really suck at updating.
So, I'm back in Toronto. I really intended to write. I even bought a whole new journal to start writing in. Didn't happen.
I guess it was just one of those things that I had to do. To feel like I was beginning again. To feel like I wasn't looking into the past. All five pages of it. All one month of it. It was supposed to be left behind. I keep reminding myself everyday to let it go.
In fact, I spoke with my friend this afternoon about it. She rambled on and on about my invite list to the going away party. To not be able to let go of silly high school memories.
If someone had ever done something wrong to you, would you tell them? I would. She just expected them to know. But, she won't. It's too long ago. Which is exactly my point. Shouldn't time teach us to let things go? That things aren't always as they seem. Aren't people allowed to make mistakes? In this particular situation, it was about gossip. Too much gossiping. I tried to tell her that people change. People grow up. This was two years ago. It was time to let it go.
Anyway, as I was beginning to say. I'm back in Toronto. Just a little over a month and I'll be moving to Australia. I'm in disbelief. I still need to book my flight. That is my plan for tonight. And I have to start putting things into boxes. Three boxes: Donation, Australia, Storage. Movers are coming Thursday. My head is spinning. This is when I start to believe that I have better things to deal with than to start sorting out who's on the invitation list and who's not. Heck, I even invited people who are out of the country. This is why I don't like planning parties. I'm going to have separate parties, I know it already.
Anyway, I continue to sway away from the original topic. I wanted to write about my amazing time in Calgary, Whistler, Vancouver, and Victoria. But, maybe it's about time that I wrote in that journal I bought. Put some good use to it.
But, I guess my final point is. I've learned that friends are friends wherever I go. In the past few years, I've seen friendships fall apart due to time, distance, or... other factors. I'm happy to report that I was happy to reunite with all those that I missed in the past two weeks. Whether it be at an icefield, at a rodeo concert, at the hoodoos, lake fronts, mountaintops, over dim sum/sashimi/bbq, sweating over provisions in the tax act, rafting in ice cold water, zipping over trees and rivers, or celebrating a wedding and dancing the night away... it was all just amazing. I'll miss everyone dearly.
I guess it was just one of those things that I had to do. To feel like I was beginning again. To feel like I wasn't looking into the past. All five pages of it. All one month of it. It was supposed to be left behind. I keep reminding myself everyday to let it go.
In fact, I spoke with my friend this afternoon about it. She rambled on and on about my invite list to the going away party. To not be able to let go of silly high school memories.
If someone had ever done something wrong to you, would you tell them? I would. She just expected them to know. But, she won't. It's too long ago. Which is exactly my point. Shouldn't time teach us to let things go? That things aren't always as they seem. Aren't people allowed to make mistakes? In this particular situation, it was about gossip. Too much gossiping. I tried to tell her that people change. People grow up. This was two years ago. It was time to let it go.
Anyway, as I was beginning to say. I'm back in Toronto. Just a little over a month and I'll be moving to Australia. I'm in disbelief. I still need to book my flight. That is my plan for tonight. And I have to start putting things into boxes. Three boxes: Donation, Australia, Storage. Movers are coming Thursday. My head is spinning. This is when I start to believe that I have better things to deal with than to start sorting out who's on the invitation list and who's not. Heck, I even invited people who are out of the country. This is why I don't like planning parties. I'm going to have separate parties, I know it already.
Anyway, I continue to sway away from the original topic. I wanted to write about my amazing time in Calgary, Whistler, Vancouver, and Victoria. But, maybe it's about time that I wrote in that journal I bought. Put some good use to it.
But, I guess my final point is. I've learned that friends are friends wherever I go. In the past few years, I've seen friendships fall apart due to time, distance, or... other factors. I'm happy to report that I was happy to reunite with all those that I missed in the past two weeks. Whether it be at an icefield, at a rodeo concert, at the hoodoos, lake fronts, mountaintops, over dim sum/sashimi/bbq, sweating over provisions in the tax act, rafting in ice cold water, zipping over trees and rivers, or celebrating a wedding and dancing the night away... it was all just amazing. I'll miss everyone dearly.