Entries from September 2007 ↓

I really hope this teaching gig works out. Some days it’s cool, things roll smoothly and I walk out the door into sunshine and lollipops. Other days I get home and I’m digging under the covers with a bag of starburst in the hope that some manner of interstellar catastrophy goes down (we’re talking extinction level events here) so that not only do I not have to go back to work tomorrow, but there literally is no work or tomorrow. But I’ve got four days left of term before the holiday break, and it’s looking like I’ll be going full time for next term, which I expect is gonna be the clincher one way or the other. I don’t have any beef with jumping ship if we’re going down, but I wanna make sure the ship is actually sinking before I make any rash decisions. Now I’m talking in metaphors. God help us.

some days are diamonds
some days are stones

Home is a funny kind of thing. There are places where I feel at home, people who make me feel at home, things I feel at home doing… and many of them are things that are behind me and I simply can’t return to. Places that I’ve moved on from, rooms, houses. People I have been close to who we have lost, or the bonds between us that have been stretched and broken. Things I can no longer do.

Home is my parent’s couch.
Home is a hot mug of coffee wrapped in both hands.
Home is spread out in cafe’s with friends.
Home is the riders seat of my bike.
Home is wrapped up in a hug.
Home is boiling the kettle.

There are so many more places I have felt at home that I never will again, and I am not alone in this. You can see it in the faces of people as they pass the places they were once from, as they watch the people they once held walking by, when they see the things they used to do and as they think of the places where their loved ones once stood and the stories they would tell.

There are so many homes that I have had, and so many yet to come. I never know how long they will hold or where I will find myself next, but the memories of those that I have called home are set like stone in the back of my mind, and sometimes, I like to visit them there.

So I get out of bed this morning and the sun and vivid colours from yesterday have been replaced by a dull light trying to escape from behind a sky of clouds, leaving the world in dull shades of grey. It wasn’t long before the heavens parted and a deluge of tears flowed to earth from sky. I couldn’t help but crack a wry smile and think the weather somewhat fitting. A little melodramatic maybe, but it’s nice to know the sky misses her too.