It’s very lame to start a blog apologizing for not blogging in a while. It’s even worse to start by confessing you’ve been having a life lately.
I had a great weekend. Great party on Friday. I’m glad my sister got to meet a lot of my friends. I had people show up that I didn’t think they would and we were packed in tight. I don’t think the place could handle anymore and I was just overwhelmed with gratitude at the fact that they’d all show up for me. More than a few remained throughout the night. I lost about half before the midnight hour, but still had enough people to cheer when the time came to ring it in.
Saturday was non-stop starting with my sister and I going for brunch. I then went with her to the bus station and said goodbye. Knot formed in my throat. She knows now I’m thinking about not going to the motherland this year. I don’t know if I’m sticking to my guns or not. I’ve said both that I couldn’t spend the end of the year without going and that I can barely stand going over there. My sister dropped her usual heavy hints at trying to remind me from where I come from during her stay. The best thing my old country gave me was the drive and the determination to leave it.
The best thing my new country has given me is the reward to be happy about who I am. There’s more, but right now all I can think about is this wonderful summer. I am going to miss my dad and sis. And I couldn’t ask for better friends. They could ask for someone better than me, so the fact that they actually want me around baffles the mind.
There’s a line I’m saving for a fantasy novel that I’ve yet to write where I describe the heroine. She would be but a scoundrel should destiny not choose to throw these heroic events at her. I think in similar fashion, good friends make me a friendly person as well. Which reminds me, I have to get back to writing. I’ll leave that for the days where the sun is hiding, or the nights without plans.
I had a paranoid moment on Sunday. I was being lazy and not doing absolutely anything after my activity-packed Saturday. Then sometime in the afternoon my AC turned off. I went to take a look. Apparently it had automatically turned off after noticing it was set to achieve the same temp inside that it was outside. It was getting cold outside. I was scared out of my wits thinking that summer was going away. I took the bike and went up Mont-Royal. I even run into a couple of friends. It was exhausting and my legs still hurt, but it was so satisfying to do that. I know there’s still summer. I just became really scared that I was throwing a day away that I would miss later.
Still doing the other blog. Sometimes I become worried that it’s just obsession and that I come off as a dirty old man on the twitter account that matches it. I do announce my age in there, but a lot of times I think about what I’m doing. Is it inappropriate? I remember having a conversation with A in which it was so easy for her to tell me the opposite with an example. A mother and a daughter went to a goth concert. They both dressed up in goth attire and had the time of their lives. I can’t believe that after so many years I still have to learn to relax. I’m certainly happy writing the blog and writing to the T nation so what is the big deal? I’m very aware of the age gap. Even more so now.
Spending way too much time watching courtroom drama on YT. Today I have to fix a few things. I get my crown fixed, I need to do laundry and my appt has gone like a month or more without been cleaned. I also need to talk to my dad tonight. It’s a pity that it’s sunny but I’m starting to draw parallels from the current status of my appt with myself. I’d like to see my place clean once in a while. It might take more than one evening though.
Go out there and have fun. Summer doesn’t last forever.