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Nine Months Since I Left You

Do you know how difficult it was to not tweet, blog, or post on facebook that I was going to Vancouver this last weekend!?

The answer is very difficult.

But I had to surprise some people. And I did (mostly). I also had an unplanned opportunity to surprise an old housemate, which was exceedingly fun:

him: "But I just read your blog! You're in Toronto!"
me: "Surprise! They invented the airplane!"*

Um, I loved loved loved the weekend. As the plane descended over the city, I thought to myself, It feels good and right to be here. Am I allowed to call two places home?

Then my friends met me one corridor-corner before I was prepared for them, and the next 54 hours flew by. I won't bother to recount all the greatness that was had and the laughter that we shared. I didn't shed any tears, but they were there below the surface a few times.

I do need to record these three things:
1. Poetry needs to be in my life. Right now, Czeslaw Milosz and Margaret Atwood are knocking me off my feet. Take, for example, Milosz' Account.

2. I may have thought about which neighbourhood I'd live in if I ever moved back. And told multiple people the two relational commitments that are keeping me in Toronto for the time being.

3. In multiple conversations on the same topic, I explained my current thoughts on my life by saying, "I want to live in italics. Like, CTRL-I live." I like this way of explaining it. And I am getting keyed up for some adventures. Don't know what they'll be, but they will come.



*I didn't actually say that about the airplane, but I wish I would have.
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  1. Thom9:26 PM

    I bestow upon ye full creativity liberty to retroactively modify that airplane comment. I didn't hear what you said anyway; I was too busy hugging you.

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  2. Ariana12:15 PM

    I am still so sad I had to miss out on you; however, the gloating I can get out of knowing you were coming long before anyone else did will soften the pain for a while at least.

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  3. Beth8:11 PM

    thom - thank you for the creative liberty! i thought i had to put the disclaimer in, since you read my blog...but apparently i didn't!

    ariana - gloat away! sad to have missed you too.

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  4. Anonymous11:12 AM

    Sigh. I agree. I too think about all the things I would do or where I would live. If.

    I'm afraid when I go back I'll never wanna leave. I'm glad you had fun though! :-)

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