My surroundings have changed a little since my last post, and I am sorry for the lack of up dates, I'm a terrible blogger, so unresponsible. But I promise that I was busy and not just slacking off.
Since changing jobs, I have been much happier going to work everyday. Driving the Zamboni and sharpening skates is much more entertaining than sitting alone, at a desk, all day. But I haven't been to work in a while. I have been kinda sick. Sick with worry, sick with migranes, same diff. The difference being that they send you home on medical leave with the latter (and don't really do much for the first) . So that being said, for me the 15th was a day that I woke up in Prince George at 4 am local time (which translates into 8am here time) and fell asleep in Fredericton at 1 am here time (9pm BC time) as you can tell, my time schedual is still messed up. I have never been one to over sleep, so for me to be sleeping until 12 o'clock if you let me, c'est vraiment bizzare.
I missed my home, I will be the first to confirm that, but right now, I miss my katima-home so much. The people that I met there are such dear freinds, even though that just in August, they were perfect strangers to me. I took a bus and three planes to get home, and had layovers in Vancouver and Montreal. In Vancouver, I had to say goodbye to a girl that I will never forget. She was spunky and cute, strong minded and loyal. I accompanied her to clubs, bars, second hand shops and even a tattoo parlour. Needless to say, we loved each other as strong as any friends could. She stood in line with me at my gate to fly to Montreal, and we looked just like hobos. Everything we couldn't pack (or didn't trust to pack) was on our backs, and we wandered the airportjust crying and dreading the boarding call for Flight 7970 to Montreal. I miss her so, and I hope she reads this.
As for the rest of the group, I am curious to see the photos and read the updates on facebook, but find it painful that I am not in the photos along side them. Katimavik is such a huge part of my life right now that I would be in a totally different place in my life, a totally different person, if I had taken my admittance to STU and put off or cancelled Katimavik. My group is amazing, once you walk into our home, you instantly feel comfortable. The ragtag couches and sad state of much of the house doesn't matter when you are watching a game of Ninja, or the boys (and me!) wrestling in the living room. I miss the most simple things too. Screaming SOUPER! to let the house know it is supper time, to having french dinners, I even miss the rukus at bedtime that keeps you up until unspeakable hours. It is good, bad, and ugly, but it is a part of the Katima-vie.
I am making the most of my time at home. Life cannot return to a "normal" state because I'm not sure that I know what that is now. I know that I have people to see and things to do before returning to my lovely group, but I am restless to get back nonetheless.
Everyday is a new adventure, so no worries
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