I'm not sure that I've blogged about this yet, but a big thing that's happening in my life right now is seeking direction as to a place to intentionally move in with Amber. Saturday we went and visited a neighbourhood that's not too far from the school, just a brief bus ride. It was cold! I forgot to put on real socks instead of my thin ones I wear around rez, and my toes were rather frozen by the time we decided to head back. It was so exciting though: the idea of actually living on our own, the prospects of living in this place - the possibilities of what we could do there! After a very positive but chilly walk around, we bussed back to rez, met up with some friends, and headed off to see a movie, thanks to everyone's airmiles and gift certificates. Sherlock Holmes it was...and all I can say is, I'm glad Tim wasn't there, or I'd be stuck with the theme song in my head for the rest of eternity. As it is, I'm free until he sees it. (At which point Tim, if I suddenly become busy everytime you want to skype...you'll know why!)
Oh what a marvelous day it was!
On Sunday morning, I stepped off the bus, enjoying the fresh air immensely as I walked the slight hill that stretches from the stop to the church, , opened the door, entered the building, and realized it was dark. Dark like when you're outside for hours in June and you go back into the h right and white, and even though it's a little cold, it's beautiful. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I took off my boots, and went in to the sanctuary. I love getting to church early, there is music playing, there are a few people around, but not very many. I sit on the side, near the front - where the Johnston's sit, and am perfectly content to just sit, and breathe. Sunday there were even fewer people there when I arrived than normal. I crossed my legs and looked out the big window to my right. I could feel the sun on my face. I could feel God. I smiled. I prayed.
Katherine, (the lady who sits behind me) arrived, and I talked to her about traveling, and giving toys to children, and their contagious joy. Soon Lane and his dad Jim came in. The church filled up, the service began, and we sang.
Joyful Joyful we adore the, God of glory, Lord of Love, hearts unfold like flowers before thee, opening to the sun above.
I actually did homework at Lane's house afterwards...this is a remarkable feat for me. Normally I might get a tiny little bit done, but Sunday, I actually accomplished something. Potentially because Lane was madly studying for two midterms the next day? I got back, did some more work, and went to bed.
I've officially learned my lesson about Mondays. It's my only day with an early morning class, and it is sooooooo hard to make myself get out of bed. This is perhaps the one time that I'm glad for the constant BANG BANG BANG BANG of whatever silly giant machine has been at work for the last several months outside. And the only time when I can imagine a purpose fot the horns and cars and busses racing past my window. I have no idea how I possibly made it to school somewhat alive for 7:30 twice a week in highschool, but it certainly seems impossible now. In my defense, it's impossible to be in bed before 12, and usually I'm not asleep until almost 2, so it's not entirely unreasonable to want to sleep in. When Spanish was over I rushed around doing some errands and having lunch and doing homework...switching gears pour ma classe de francais. Mondays are my language days, that's for sure. The lesson? If at all possible, early classes are very much not for me.
Luckily, a lovely little white envelope with a card inside, and pink slip informing me that I had a package waiting made up for it. Care packages with cookies and movies and healthy things...I'm still excited about it! As are most of my friends who are also partaking in this bounty of real comfort food!
Monday also marked the day that I officially re-joined the glasses squad. At least I like how they look. Yes, I'm definitely one of those people who think that glasses make you look smarter - even more fun and artistic in some cases. I love mine! And I've realized that there were a lot of things I that I'd been missing, even with the miniscule prescription I have! The only thing not too pleased with is how my bank account looks now. Glasses don't make it look more educated, more fun, or more creative.
Tuesday something happened, I know it...I ate cookies, watched some Anne of Green Gables with Veronica and Taylor, who has never seen it before! We had an excellent time being girly-girls and watching girly movies in our pj's together. OH! yes, (Thanks for the reminder, Taylor!) I went to submit my passport application, and I felt like I had walked into a building from starwars or some other futuristic show. The insides' were very normal though, real lines, real people, no robotics in sight, sadly. On my way back I stopped to look at some ice sculptures that are up for Winterlude (our snow and ice festival...yes. Snow and ice. I've heard rumours of flowers at home?) ...they were so cool! This added to my futuristic thing. So many of the sculptures reminded me of Pokémon, much to my amusement /embarrassment. But there were also some that were incredibly beautiful.
My favourite part was the enchanted forest. Local knitting groups had decorated the trees, and there were carved mythical creatures and mushrooms spread throughout. My camera was dying and so it was hard to take pictures, but I've shared the best ones, and I'll try going another day!
There are two stories for today: Take one:
I went to my classes, did lots of dishes, put things away, and packed...why you ask? Well, Next week is reading week! And I'm leaving tomorrow to stay with Amber and Veronica in Toronto for a week! Very exciting photos are coming...stay tuned!
Take Two:
I went to my first class, and in between I met with Amber. We talked about living next year, and went to Metro to get some snacks for the bus ride tomorrow. On the way back to campus, after I'd said goodbye to her, I saw a 61 bus, and froze. Everyone is going home this week, and I thought that I was ok with it - I haven't been back in Ottawa that long! This was the first time I had seen a 61 here, and I wanted desperately to get on it, to stare out the window at the forest and ocean that pop up and disappear as the bus winds it's way from Victoria to Sooke.
Right now, the excited bit is winning. And I'm hoping that when I go to Amber's Grandma's tomorrow night, I wont be thinking about how my suitcase smells like Grandma Emery's house. And I'm hoping that when Veronica's little sister plays piano for us, I wont be thinking about a certain brother and his guitar. And I'm hoping...
It'll all be wonderful.
Here's some photos, and to see the rest, go to
An ice moose?
The Enchanted Forest
This completely made me think of the leaves I saw in Victoria with Justin!
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