My last week as a Maritimer has begun. By the end of the week I will be a Maritime transplant in the big ol’province of AB.
It seems so far away but I know it’s not. The weather channel tells me so because the day I’m leaving is part of the forecast. So I know it’s close. The weather looks like it’s going to be decent on Friday, not that it matters though. But what does matter is the weather this week and it’s going to be beautiful. Sun, sun, sun and more sun. The heat is going to be around as well. Mother Nature must be aware of my love of the heat and is doing it just for me. To have great memories of the East Coast….make me forget the shit weather we dealt with all winter. haha
Today is pretty wide open, I think I’m going to hang out with Kim and Tabitha. Come home and have supper with Mom, Greg, & Elaine. Tomorrow I’d like to do the tourist thing with Michelle sometime, hang out with Mom. Tuesday I think I’m going to Dad’s place for the day. Wednesday there is nothing planned. I would like Greg to come and get Mom and I Wednesday night so I can hang out with Lisa for an afternoon or something on Thursday. Then if I’m lucky I will sleep that night and be up and gone to the airport.
Putting it that way makes it seem like it’s really close.
I can finally say that I’m going to see J THIS week! That’s something to be excited about…well I don’t get excited really, but it’s close as I get to it. hehe People keep asking me if I’m excited and telling me I must be excited by now but not really. I am but I think it’s only because J is there. I would look forward to going anywhere if J was there and once I get there the novelty is gone. I can’t say I’m looking forward to moving to AB per se. The things I’m looking forward to could happen here or in NB, etc etc. I’m looking forward to starting a new thing in our lives and becoming ‘adults’ in the ‘real world’. Well, not that we weren’t already but this time it has a different feeling. A more permanent feeling. I’m not jumping around and not waiting for the time to pass to move again. The past almost 10 years I’ve always been waiting to move.
I knew I was probably only in Halifax for 4 years and where I was going to end up after Uni was wide open. Turns out, I went to Moncton and about a year in I realize I’m going to be moving in another year to F’ton. I knew F’ton wasn’t going to be permanent so I spent 3 years there waiting to move and be settled. So this is the first time that we don’t have to move. It’s all on us. We are going out there knowing we can leave at anytime, but preferably not before 3-4 years, but it’s feeling more permanent. That’s not what people want to hear I know, but it could be. It could not be. But at the moment, I would move anywhere just to be stationary again and I’m tired of moving. I don’t want to move again but at the same time I do because my heart lies here in the Maritimes. Such a strange feeling.
Everything I know, everything that is familiar is here. This is my way of life. This is where I grew up. This is who I am. I can’t describe myself without thinking bluenoser…without my mind thinking of NS…the ocean…family…all that good stuff.
I’m going to have to start a new way of life that is without the family so close by. Without the ocean. WIthout the PC pizza and donairs. Without Sussex gingerale. I’m going to have to find new things to occupy my time and taste buds. I will have to give up the ocean for the mountains. Both are so different yet will hopefully draw the same feeling from me when I’m there.
So Friday is the day. THIS Friday. I’m going to be torn. Sad and bawling to leave my brother and mother at the airport but at the same time eagerly waiting to see J. What a mess. 😉