- family resemblances.
- long overdue bike rides.
- talking about life while surrounded by cats.
- overactive imaginations.
- filling a camera with pictures of home.
Tag: life
like the back of my hand.
I always forget just how big the ocean is. I’m protected in my little neighbourhood, and by the mountains surrounding the bay. I can’t see the horizon lines anywhere.
Returning home after spending a week in the neverending prairies, I realized just how much I don’t see. The view out of the plane window gave me butterflies. It was like learning something new about a lover and falling for them all over again; someone whose body is so familiar that you could draw them from memory. Every curve, every scar, so etched into your brain that you can remember it years later when you’ve started etching someone else’s curves and scars into your memory.
I know my life here well, but perhaps it’s time to take a little walk down the street, around the corner and down a road I haven’t been on before.
happy anniversary.
A lot has happened in the last month. I abused a pigeon with citrus, I rediscovered my love of picnics and I started dating someone pretty damn incredible. I also had my first experience hearing gay sex through an open window on a hot day.
A lot has happened in the last year. I moved into my lovely little apartment, I began my epic battle against the pigeons and I discovered that I can overcome anything. Except for the pigeons.
A lot has happened in the last ten years. I graduated from highschool, I spent a year figuring out what I wanted to do and I graduated from university. I fell in love with India, realized that I was an artist, and packed up my life and moved somewhere I hadn’t been to since the fourth grade.
A lot has happened in the last 26 years. I learned to be brave when my mom left my father and we started a new life in the house that she fixed up by herself. I met the teacher that would influence my life the most. I got the chicken pox, learned that I had scoliosis and broke my foot showing off in dance class. My mom fell in love with the man that would become my dad. I travelled more places than many people get to see in their entire lives. I met my half sister for the first time and I stopped being an only child. I became an aunt. I developed a phobia of frogs and then I overcame most of that fear. I was picked on at school for years for being different. I was the first person from my class to graduate from university. I learned that no matter how much you love someone, sometimes you have to walk away. I realized that I am talented, stubborn and fiercely loyal. I fell in love with taking pictures. I stopped forgetting my camera at home. And I started to write.
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