I did manage to write something the other night. I actually kind of hate it, but that doesn't mean it's not good. Shrug.
I couldn't sleep wed and thur night. I've been thinking too much about my family and friends in Edmonton. All that I've left behind. Sunday was my niece's birfday full of wonder and surprise, cake and giant air trampolines. 100's of pictures later I miss her now more than ever, and realistically I won't see her for another 6 months.
It's been 2, not including the week I was back in Edmonton for my brother's wedding.
6 months sounds very long. But the phone definitely helps, and I'm so fortunate to have spent the first four years of her life getting to know her, 6 months living in the same house as her. Eating breakfasts with her in the morning and reading stories to her at night. Talking with her. Learning. I am very very lucky to have such fond memories.
But alas there's still a niece-shaped hole plauging me. It's almost enough to make me want to move back home. Like tomorrow. Tail between my legs and arms outstretched; the subtitle would say 'Somebody Love Me.'
It's too early I tell myself and I know I'm right. 2 months isn't very long at all to get to know a place, to get to know me in a place. And I will be alright.
I'll be home soon... as soon as I accept my home as here.
I couldn't sleep wed and thur night. I've been thinking too much about my family and friends in Edmonton. All that I've left behind. Sunday was my niece's birfday full of wonder and surprise, cake and giant air trampolines. 100's of pictures later I miss her now more than ever, and realistically I won't see her for another 6 months.
It's been 2, not including the week I was back in Edmonton for my brother's wedding.
6 months sounds very long. But the phone definitely helps, and I'm so fortunate to have spent the first four years of her life getting to know her, 6 months living in the same house as her. Eating breakfasts with her in the morning and reading stories to her at night. Talking with her. Learning. I am very very lucky to have such fond memories.
But alas there's still a niece-shaped hole plauging me. It's almost enough to make me want to move back home. Like tomorrow. Tail between my legs and arms outstretched; the subtitle would say 'Somebody Love Me.'
It's too early I tell myself and I know I'm right. 2 months isn't very long at all to get to know a place, to get to know me in a place. And I will be alright.
I'll be home soon... as soon as I accept my home as here.