Of course the homesickness ebbs and flows, and the last few years, the homesickness has slowly but surely started to minimize itself. I've found, though, that I've been more homesick (read: reminiscent) than not these couple days.
Why do I wish I was in Canada?
-To wake up, drink a pot of coffee with one of those Irish Cream or French Vanilla Coffeemates for flavouring, preferably while watching the news and complaining about how the world is still going to hell in a handbasket.
-So I could go to the mall, just wander around and maybe hit up Chapters.
-After going to the mall I'd like to go to a run-of-the-mill generally crappy but totally homesick-inducing restaurant like Moxie's or Boston Pizza for some greasy/happy food.
-Drive home (holy moly I miss driving), blasting the music and singing along.
-And then watch whatever sport is on TV. The Oilers don't play tonight, so I wouldn't be able to watch them lose spectacularly (again), but I'd settle for pretty much anything right now.
And all of the above preferably with people who make me homesick and reminiscent in the first place. Otherwise, without the people, I'm pretty sure I could find reasonable substitutions here.
It's always the people I'm missing.
I keep waiting for things to get better, but it always keeps coming back.
07 April 2013
03 April 2013
Hello, Lovelies!
I'm sure most of you guys know I'm a sucker for times past. For all the time I spend hopping from thing to thing, place to place, I'll be the first one to get all overly sentimental and have my eyes brimming over with tears at the memory of *all the good times*.
So anyhoo, today I went into the city centre to wander around since my semester breaks are usually good for little else than getting cabin fever from only going into the city on days I'm working. I wandered into Deichmann, and I saw some shoes which almost made me cry out with joy.
You see, I bought these shoes a number of years ago (probably around 2008-ish), and wore them until I literally wore the sole out and was walking around barefoot. And then I found them again today in the store (way to be trendy and current, Deichmann).
They were shoes I threw away with a heavy heart, so of course I figured they were worth the 16 yoyos of getting again, since I know I'll wear them. Also, 16 yoyos is completely reasonable for a pair of shoes, even if I'm probably too old to be wearing this sort of thing these days.
Every time I walk past them on the way to the kitchen, I smile at them. Yes, they're inanimate objects, and no, they're not the same ones that trekked through a number of mighty adventures with me, but my brain gets tricked just long enough to forget those things. And here I am, happy as a clam. Heck, just looking up at the picture as I write this post gives me butterflies in my tummy.
(Yeah, I'm a weirdo. Whatevs. At least I'm of the happy variety.)
So anyhoo, today I went into the city centre to wander around since my semester breaks are usually good for little else than getting cabin fever from only going into the city on days I'm working. I wandered into Deichmann, and I saw some shoes which almost made me cry out with joy.
You see, I bought these shoes a number of years ago (probably around 2008-ish), and wore them until I literally wore the sole out and was walking around barefoot. And then I found them again today in the store (way to be trendy and current, Deichmann).
They were shoes I threw away with a heavy heart, so of course I figured they were worth the 16 yoyos of getting again, since I know I'll wear them. Also, 16 yoyos is completely reasonable for a pair of shoes, even if I'm probably too old to be wearing this sort of thing these days.
Every time I walk past them on the way to the kitchen, I smile at them. Yes, they're inanimate objects, and no, they're not the same ones that trekked through a number of mighty adventures with me, but my brain gets tricked just long enough to forget those things. And here I am, happy as a clam. Heck, just looking up at the picture as I write this post gives me butterflies in my tummy.
(Yeah, I'm a weirdo. Whatevs. At least I'm of the happy variety.)
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