Since I left the nest I have lived in 6 cities and have said goodbyes many times.  Some to some of my best friends and others to people I have never met again.  It has always been very easy for me to do this.  I’ve never been one to set roots down deep enough for it to be jarring when I uproot them.  I found it very difficult to leave Victoria.

I sit here in Vernon, thinking about Victoria.  Missing it almost.  Perhaps it was just all the good times I had there.  I said goodbye to Steph before hopping on the skytrain in Vancouver and something strange happened.  Teary eyes, my eyes.  So strange.

It is a very odd feeling sitting in my heart.  One that seeks adventure, freedom and movement… yet still will miss the coast/island and all the people I know there.  Yet it has been a long time since I’ve really missed anyone.  Very confusing.

There is a good chance I may end up in Vancouver or Kelowna when I come back.  Depends on what life has in store for me at that time.  I may travel to India, Europe or even Japan.  I may just continue to school.  Book schoolin’.  I don’t suspect that Victoria will be my first option… yet a couple of my heart strings are attached to people I met there and even some places in that city.

Goodbye Victoria, you have touched my heart.

My current departure time is:

• 4 Days until I leave for Australia from Vernon

“I’d hate to wake you up to say goodbye”

From summer to fall to summer.  Anyone who knows me also knows that I love the winter.  I enjoy snowboarding and doing backwards doughnuts in ice covered parking lots.  This isn’t why I love winter though.  I simply love it because of the evenings.  Crisp cool air on my skin during an after dinner walk or even wrapping one’s self in a blanket on the couch while playing crib and drinking tea.

The island doesn’t get much of a winter unfortunately.  It is more a long period of rain followed by a week of large patches of black ice followed by another long period of rain.  I don’t mind so much.  My last real winter was the last I spent in Edmonton.  One morning it reached -57 degrees celcius with windchill.  I did not walk or even drive into work that day.  In fact, I didn’t even go into work that day.  I think the majority of the city felt the same as I did about the whole situation.

The closest to winter I’ll get this year is a week spent in the Okanagan before my voyage begins.  So really, I may not even see snow this year.  It is a strange thought that I will be most likely laying on a beach in shorts and a t-shirt Christmas afternoon or ringing in the new year while staving off the heat.  Anyone who wishes to build sand castles with me Christmas eve is more than welcome to join in!

“Summertime and the livin’ is easy”