Overdue

Current Mood: Creative
Countdown to SUMMER: 36 days
Music: Rolling in the Deep - Adele


As I am adjusting back into home life and now have 3 jobs that keep me extremely busy, there are some things I failed to mention!

GRADUATION time came and went. Unfortunately (obviously), I could not attend the festivities but my fellow masters were there and looked like they had a fantastic time. My dear Patrick even stole a program for me! So CONGRATS MASTERS...it was a wild ride that I wouldn't trade for anything in the entire world. It was a privilege to graduate beside you (figuratively). MISS YOU ALL.

Looks like heaps of fun! 

And also, some way overdue pics from Vancouver and my baby Aiden who just recently celebrated his 1st birthday. Miss you boo!

That is all I can think of that's missed for now, will update as needed.

SKYPE...

...is a LIFESAVER!

that is all.

Missing you gets easier every day
because even though it’s one day
further from the last time we saw each other,
its also one day closer
to the next time we will meet.

Open Letter

Letter from Zaira (aka mommy) that hit close to home and was very comforting:

mommy hasn't talked to you in a really really long time!

i just saw your blog and it's your last full day! i hope you enjoy it A LOT and i want to talk to you soon!
probably once you're back on north american soil - even canadian soil!

be strong littlest one (who has grown up the most) and know that whatever needs to happen in your life, will. and whatever you need to make happen in your life, you will!

ps i love you

Thanks mommy. Love you too.

art that imitates life, or life that imitates art?

"Bruised" - Jack's Mannequin

I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an
Island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

So read your books, but stay out late
Some nights, some nights, and don't think
That you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news
Well I'm here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn't far

And hours pass, and hours pass...

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised

every inch of me is bruised...

I'm back on Canadian soil. And it feels weirder than I ever thought possible. How can someplace so familiar, a place I've grown up in and spent my whole life in, be so foreign and so different. I've realize now that Sydney had become my home and I now feel homesick for it. Already. It's been about 24 hours since I landed and I've already had to Skype my new/old home twice.

The scene at the airport was quite dramatic, ripped right from a movie. Many tears were involved  and all during the flight as well. And I didn't cry at all when I left home nor were tears shed while saying goodbye to my Sydney family. However, at Kingsford Smith I just couldn't hold it in any longer (OK I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry pretty much from the moment I woke up as well).

And the jetlag. Don't get me started on the jetlag. I'm exhausted all the time but I cannot fall asleep. I am hungry all the time and can't stop eating. The Canadian weather has also decided to jolt me right back into it and it has been snowing all day. I almost forgot about snow. I also forgot the distinct smell of winter. It's been over a year since I've smelt the bitter mix of cold and snow.

Luckily, my family makes me happy. When I am with them I almost forget about how much I miss Sydney. I am also going to see one of my oldest friends tonight who has recently moved to Vancouver. All good things. Let's hope the pain and feeling of loss subsides with time...