Wow.
I've had so many emails and phone calls and lovely congratulations from friends and family over the past few days that I'm positively aglow with warm-fuzziness. If I really were a rabbit (which I often think I'd quite like to be) my ears would be standing tall and my tail all nice and fluffy.
I sometimes wonder if everybody feels like this or if I am just exceptionally exceptionally lucky in the friends I have made along the way in the past thirty years. I believe (perhaps more than anything else) that life is a journey and the people I have run into and travelled alongside on my own particular journey are really just the bestest. I have incredible friends at home in Ireland and, though we usually see eachother once or twice a year if we're lucky, I always fall right back into step one those infrequent visits. My last trip home was just before we moved from the UK to Canada and happened to fall (not entirely coincidentally) right when one of my oldest friends was getting married to the guy she met when we were out in Australia. Leaving the wedding party I looked at the faces of the friends I was saying goodbye to (again). I cried a bit too (some of which I put down to the booze) but it was really a very nice feeling to know that, wherever I get away to and for however long, these people are doing wonderful things at home and still care about their absent friend. In Taiwan I think I was in a place at a time with people who made the very best of that particular confluence. Since I've left, both in England and now in Canada, I've emailed, talked to, and seen several of the (particularly the women) folks I first met out in the Republic of China. There is a particular connection that we share, and which my friend L-win brought up in a conversation we had last week. She said that seeing me again was important for her, that it meant a lot to hang out again with someone who had shared some of those (cheesy, but really) halcyon days. And the hard times too.
It seems that everywhere I've lived, even if only for a year as I did in York, I've left with friendships that have continued after my physical departure. I'm really happy that we will be staying in Calgary for a while because, to be honest, it does get tiring constantly being the new kid, picking up and moving, starting over, over and over again. But, it is really great to see the threads of an old life weaving themselves back into the new one - and to recognise the beginnings of new friendships and patterns. Ah - I'm such a sap!
I sometimes wonder if everybody feels like this or if I am just exceptionally exceptionally lucky in the friends I have made along the way in the past thirty years. I believe (perhaps more than anything else) that life is a journey and the people I have run into and travelled alongside on my own particular journey are really just the bestest. I have incredible friends at home in Ireland and, though we usually see eachother once or twice a year if we're lucky, I always fall right back into step one those infrequent visits. My last trip home was just before we moved from the UK to Canada and happened to fall (not entirely coincidentally) right when one of my oldest friends was getting married to the guy she met when we were out in Australia. Leaving the wedding party I looked at the faces of the friends I was saying goodbye to (again). I cried a bit too (some of which I put down to the booze) but it was really a very nice feeling to know that, wherever I get away to and for however long, these people are doing wonderful things at home and still care about their absent friend. In Taiwan I think I was in a place at a time with people who made the very best of that particular confluence. Since I've left, both in England and now in Canada, I've emailed, talked to, and seen several of the (particularly the women) folks I first met out in the Republic of China. There is a particular connection that we share, and which my friend L-win brought up in a conversation we had last week. She said that seeing me again was important for her, that it meant a lot to hang out again with someone who had shared some of those (cheesy, but really) halcyon days. And the hard times too.
It seems that everywhere I've lived, even if only for a year as I did in York, I've left with friendships that have continued after my physical departure. I'm really happy that we will be staying in Calgary for a while because, to be honest, it does get tiring constantly being the new kid, picking up and moving, starting over, over and over again. But, it is really great to see the threads of an old life weaving themselves back into the new one - and to recognise the beginnings of new friendships and patterns. Ah - I'm such a sap!
And the new season of the Apprentice begins tonight!
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