The · Whine-ry

My vacation is over, I return home tomorrow to this... SNOW! 


My brother sent me these this morning, 
I couldn't imagine snow anywhere since it's sunny and warm as hell here and it was raining when I left Vancouver.


 

I almost don't want to go back but I don't mind the snow despite all the craziness that comes with it as long as it's not raining. 

  
I do miss Vancouver; it's a uniquely different place that you sometimes need to get away from for a while to truly appreciate. 
And whilst away the world's largest airline visited

On a personal level, this time away also brought me to four very important realizations: 
1. We are not above the things we speak so vehemently against. 
2. Every one in an illicit relationship naturally believes their situation is "very" different" (I should know...). 
3. Some things (you just know) can only end badly. 
4. Don't throw stones... we will all live in a glass house at some point. 

Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day? - Motherland, Natalie Merchant

This city and I need some time apart.

I’m sick of the murky yellowish brown water that’s taking it sweet time turning clear. The constant rain’s slowly sucking the life out of me. I’m tired of gloomy dark clouds outside my window. The sound of rain from outside my bedroom window isn't soothing anymore. I wish it gets cold enough to snow just so we get a little break from the rain.

I’m leaving this city for a while, not that I expect things to be different upon my return (well, I at least hope the water situation is resolved), I just want to miss it enough not care about the small things – maybe I just need a break. I want to be in awe of this city again!

I’m going to  for a while. It’s a bit like homecoming for me as I’m returning for the first time in four years since I left. I’m a little nervous although I’m not certain why.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my flight is at 8:55AM, I’m supposed to be at the airport three hours before the departure time and there’s a three hour drive to the airport!

Thanks a lot American Airlines! Oh wait; I’m the idiot who was tying to be cheap! Instead of flying from YVR like any normal person I thought I’d spare a few bucks (although over $250.00 in savings is nothing to sneeze at) and go from SeaTac instead.

It was all working out perfectly until AA decided to cancel the 2:55PM flight, bumped us to 8:55AM virtually closing my getting-to-the-airport-window.

Anyway, these things always somehow work themselves out so there’s no point in loosing any more sleep than necessary.

I imagine I’ll have a good time in Maryland; it’s Thanksgiving, I’ll see old friends, visit my old haunts, shop and dine.

I’ll probably see things differently, do I have a West Coast perspective – is there such a thing?

There’s so much that different about me yet I don’t’ feel changed; maybe I’ve just aged.

  That's what the health officials are telling us - which is ironic considering they've been trying for the longest time to convince us that tap water was completely safe to drink.

But these have been a weird couple of days; It feels like the elements are deliberately being hostile.

My mom used to sing Lizette Woodworth Reese's A Little Song of Life  to me when I was little. It's one of my favourite poems because it makes life seem so easy and straight forward.

Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.
After the sun the rain,
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.
All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

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One day our bodies will work the way it’s supposed to, until then...

Have a sad World Diabetes Day!

Silence is golden. Yet if we keep quite long enough, at times the most important things may never get said.

That said;

Cherish those sundrenched joyful days.

Look to the heavens and bath in the glow.

For a day will come, my child

When dark clouds overcome the soul

And then shall come the rain

Before:

Today:

Indignation! How dare they? Can’t anyone just tell plain truths anymore? Why can’t people just be themselves?

I thought about it some more trying to uncover the source of my anger; that was when I came to this decision:

I decided it was his life story and as such, his right to tell it anyhow he sees fit.

Besides, I wasn’t angry because he lied, I was angry because he isn’t the person I wanted him to be and he shouldn’t be responsible for that!

location:	Gastown
mood:	awake
listening to: :	Some French podcast