It's a beautiful, fresh Spring morning here in Toronto. Fresh? Toronto? You'd better believe it. It's the first year that I've been here that we've actually had a Spring. Alas, by the end of the weekend, after 2 days of almost 30 degrees, that'll be then end of the freshness until a windy, rainy day- or fall. Until then though, it's a perfect day to play hooky. I only have my 2 students to teach, and a bit of running around to do...... so it sucks that since Jeremy is actually home from work for the day, he is fighting a cold, and is all sick and in bed. Not that that is such a bad place to be- especially with fresh flowers on the shelf to smell while you are wrapped up in a cool white cotton duvet.
It has been an interesting few weeks. All of my friends, right across the country/continent, and even some of our family members have been experiencing the same thing. I have had numerous conversations, read a variety of blogs, and listened in to phone calls, all talking about the same thing. We all miss eachother. We miss friends, we miss family. We miss Grandparents and are wondering how to stay in contact better, and how to convey our thanks and appreciation for everything they've done..... (teaching the Provinces and Capitals driving to me while driving to Vancouver Island- thanks Grandpa!! I still remember that trip so clearly). Family misses other family members. We wonder who their friends are, what they do in their spare time. Our younger siblings are growing up- buying their third car before I've even thought about buying my first. Some are graduating from University. Others are going on European explorations. Even things as simple as Birthdays. (and there are many Birthday's this week!- Happy Birthday- you know who you are!!) You know we wish we could be there, for everything.
It's so hard starting your life away from your life.
The only thing we can do is try to keep in touch- via phone, e-mail, blogs, letters- any and every way we can. And to remember to cherish and truly appreciate all the moments, good and bad, that we get to spend together. We're all in this together. I love and miss you all.
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*sniff*
gone are the days when all us girls would end up in the same town on the same street, where our husbands would BBQ together, our kids would grow up together, etc etc.
i actually mourn the loss of those days (i've been told they really did exist, once)
i make new friends often but it never feels the same as it does with the 'old' girls.
let's make a 'blog' (aka blood) oath... we will not ever drift apart...
m.
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