I am in Québec for the next few days. Today I went for a walk with my cousin, Jack. We checked out the elementary school that our fathers attended when they were kids. The brick wall was the perfect opportunity for some portrait shots!
Meet Lapuce the puppy:
Esther‘s sister came down from Montreal to visit a couple of weeks ago. On Saturday night, I took the girls out on a walking adventure downtown. Dundas Square is such a lively place on weekends. We had a few amusing interactions and also snapped some funky urban photos.
Anne and myself
We have known Anne and Esther for longer than I can remember. I treasure their friendship greatly. Anne is now almost fifteen! It was fun hanging out with her and my sister now that they are older. It’s a whole new ball game and, from the looks of it, it’s going to be a fun one.
It is so important to have long term friends that know everything about you and with whom you are completely vulnerable, completely yourself.
We didn’t (and don’t) always all get along. After all, we’ve known each other through the hormonal mess that is puberty… But we pull through and let me tell you, it is worth it. What I am trying to say is that if there is someone in your life that you have known for a very long time but no longer speak to for whatever reason, maybe it’s a good time to accept them back into your life. It might just be the best decision you’ve ever made.
“Because true love never keeps a man from pursuing his destiny” ― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
I have left home just over six months ago. Not a single day passes where I do not think of my friends. Many times my heart will long for us to be together again. Many times I question my motives for leaving. I wonder why I exchanged such pleasant comfort for risk and uncertainty. Easy for difficult. Belonging for loneliness.
My nostalgia was at its peak during the holiday season, which included my nineteenth birthday. I really wanted my friends.
They must have felt it. After the trip to Québec, I was welcomed to our Toronto home with more mail than teens usually get in a year nowadays. I left my best friends, and they still care about me. This must be true love.
(O.k. I admit I cried too)
Thank you my loves. I can’t even begin to explain how much good this did.
A minivan coated with ice and a drive three hours too long is your reward when you take a trip from Toronto to Montreal in terrible weather.