driving through connecticutt in my rented mitzubishi lancer, listening to holly. fall reminds me of boston. reminds me of new england…reminds me that i wasn’t supposed to drive my rental car out of new england – while i was headed towards Vassar in upstate new york.
boston in the fall is gorgeous. fall in vancouver means rain until may. fall in boston means… autumn… rain…winter is coming… snow…chilly….cold…white christmas. you don’t get many of those around here – i don’t think a nice layer of ‘frost’ really counts. leaves, punkins’, sound of fireworks and firecrackers off in the distance…
there was this one time i went as a “present” for halloween. basically a big box with holes cut in the sides and top for my arms and head. covered in wrapping paper and a bow on my head.
i made the mistake of putting the arm holes on the sides; how the heck was i supposed to hold out my candy bag in front of me? my arms couldn’t both reach.
in retrospect, i should have cut the holes in the front… instead, i tried to staple the bag to the front of my box costume. that didn’t work very well since as it filled it candy it got heavier and heavier and wouldn’t hold. i think most kids use pillow cases anyway…but i digress
long time no blog! i’m still trying to make things look pretty and nice looking and beckified so bear with me. although i’m not really sure who i’m talking to at this point, maybe my sister? who reads this stuff anyway 😉
someone in my office was listening to blink 182 this morning, i felt 18 again. going to ottawa with heather for a week, riding around in the car with Apay screaming the lyrics back and forth to each other, bmx, movies, dancing, DQ cookie dough blizzards 20 mins before running a 5km run in PE.
i miss surrey. that’s right, i said it. it could be the fall (change of seasons, nostalgia etc.) it could be that i’m living in a new place – although i’m not as far from home as others…
it’s cute. it’s friendly, it’s certainly not as scary as vancouver – well okay parts of vancouver. and it’s also home. to quote a movie i saw this weekend:
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone….
You’ll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it’s just gone. And you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist. I mean it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something.
I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
I was only in London for 3 days in the fall of 2003. I was living in Boston (London Junior) and ‘crossed the pond’ to visit Michelle, who had been living there several months, working at the BBC. I walked around for hours on end every day in the rain with no umbrella and no where in particular to go, really.
I used to think that there were a lot of Starbucks in Vancouver (one every block including two across from each other on Robson and Thurlow) . But honestly, in London… there were a lot of Starbucks. Michelle’s flat-mates worked at the locations nearest to their home and while I was there I got to go to the Christmas party. It was a really interesting time.
Her roommate Sabrina took me out one day to Camden Market and to Hampstead to a Danish Market. It was a lot to fit into 3 days, but honestly I had no plans whatsoever, Michelle worked all day, so I was an empty slate ready to participate in whatever adventure arose. We also went to see a movie (which didn’t actually come to North America until the following year). I had no idea what it was but by the end I couldn’t believe she took me to that. 28 Days later was a lil bloody.
One of the best parts of the trip? Flying Virgin Airlines. I booked my trip on a whim and left Thanksgiving day. Virgin had the cheapest flight and at the best time and MAN it’s totally the best airline EVER – popsicles mmm.
Why am I talking about London? Jen just got back and Mom’s still over in Europe. I’d like to go back again some time…I’d like to go many places. My passport needs more stamps.
i found things, lots of them. some brought back great stupendous
fantasmic memories. others…not so much. notes from high school,
birthday cards, old photos, old flames, lost ones, found ones, useless toys, at least 4 whistles…(don’t ask)…. i’ve posted some pics of some of random things…and some childhood pics of yours truly
just remember – i suck at math
I really like these paintings of places and things around BC
Of course if you want good West Coast art, you must come to know Emily Carr