and the moral of the story is…
December 22, 2008
Ahaha, I see page views have dropped off since I’m coming home so soon… or am I?
Ummm, no, I still am. Just wanted to create some suspense ALTHOUGH *sigh*. It’s always the way when you love something that you end up hating it. Well, not always the way. In fact, not most of the time, but it is in this case so here it is: Snow.
Snow. Beloved traitor of the species. Some snow is fun and magical and new and mystical and all a bit wonderful. But too much equates with Kerryn’s coldness and bad roads and cancelled events. And if cancelled events turns into my flight to LA from Vancouver, Kerryn will be muchly mad at snow. It’s not that I don’t love the winter wonderland of Northern America, it’s just that my heart is set on a summer scorcher in Australia. Beloved homeland.
I had heard that it was predicted snow for Monday, Tuesday, and well, today is Monday and it’s been clear. I have ordered the skies to be sown up for the next two days… clear until Wednesday is by me, then it can snow all it likes as long as I’m gone. Hey, if Elijah can have some power over the skies….
(granted, this is slightly more self-centred but.. I just want to go home.)
I spent a lovely weekend with the Gair family, whom our family knows when the couple spent a year on exchange in Perth and taught my brother and I music and choir. Now, 13 years later, we have caught up and seen life in a Canadian household. We sought and cut down the family Christmas tree, endured large amounts of snow (1 foot and then later 7 inches) and made gingerbread men, which I have now eaten too much of and cannot possibly eat more for at least a few hours…
Not sure if this’ll be my last posting from big ol’ COLD Canada, but it just might be. It’s been a crazy experience with many lessons learnt along the way, and many, many precious characters met and connected with. It’s the people that make experiences awesome. And that is why I am coming home, home to friends and family and newly-born nephews and bunny rabbits. That, and hot, hot sun. The sun also makes experiences awesome. It always will. Please never let me fly to a cold place again.
the end.
kez.
kez.
