Wednesday, March 25, 2009

My younger sister messaged me this morning, saying hello and then, "I've been haunting facebook and such for about two hours, assuming you'd be having a hard morning."
What a beautiful person.

Monday, March 9, 2009

As a Haligonian living in St. John's, two things I can't get used to are:

"CB" means Cornerbrook, not Cape Breton.

The "West coast" means the West coast of Newfoundland, not British Columbia.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Reasons why March beats the pants off of February.

1. Sidewalks! As of today, at least where I've been, there's more clear sidewalk than not. There are some stubborn ice patches, but most times of day, it's no big deal to dart off the sidewalk for a moment to get around them.

2. Warmth and sunshine! For the majority of January and February, I had the heat cranked and had to rock all of the winter gear even for a quick trip outside. In the last week, I have worn my winter coat MAYBE three times, and my hat just a couple times more (it keeps my hair out of my eyes). I am aware that half of "the last week" fell in February, but the three snowstorms in the preceding week robbed said month of any claim on decent weather.

3. Grant! Boy returns for a week (hopefully), and sooner than expected. Possibly even in time for St. Patrick's Day. February was grossly Grant-less.

4. St. Patrick's Day! When I celebrate the part of my heritage that most endorses being drunk a great deal of the time.

5. The final month of classes for my friends who are still slaving away at their undergraduate degrees. The end of classes and exams shortly thereafter means more time with my beauties!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Social interaction for the win.

Having just come from a lovely supper at the Bagel Cafe with Maggie, I am pondering friendships and the many types of which I've been a part. Over my time in St. John's, I have found an almost unfair (to others) number of amazing friends. Never before have I felt so at ease around so many people. I realize that one element of this is reaching adulthood, but I know that it's not the only one.
I think of the friendships that my mother has. The ones that have lasted decades despite the fact that contact only happens a few times a year, at most. Yet, she sits down with these people over a bottle of wine and they talk for hours about everything under the sun. This is how I am with Maggie, and many others. Whether we see each other every second day or once a month our conversations are a beautiful mess of segues and tangents and forgetting where we began.