Yesterday I was feeling all melancholy about missing the friends we left behind in Ontario and getting schmoopy about not being able to head out for a night of laughter and epic amazingness at Alex and Grieg’s just because we all felt like drinking a few wobbly-pops and putting one another into happy hysterics. I haven’t met enough people here yet and don’t have a social circle yet set up. Although I’m sure it will happen at some point, for me it just won’t be the same.
I realized that although we’re not physically close to them (Jim and Jaqueline, Linda, Steph and John, Rick and Lisa, you know who you all are…) all of the amazing times I’ve had with them are still quite with me. I can rewind and replay that soundtrack in my head all the time.
Spending more and more quality time with my teenaged children has been a marvel. Seriously, they are hilarious. And generous and warm and kind. And a little bit insane. I keep on getting these wonderful ‘mom’ moments with them lately. When you consider what hell the teen years can be for both parents and children, I am blessed to be going through my children’s with them; an active participant in their lives. What a gift that is.
After the emotional roller coaster that has been the last year of our lives, it’s also really good to be able to deeply reconnect with everyone. I’ve never been prouder of my family. I’ve never loved my husband more. I’m also looking forward to the visit our oldest is making to us this coming holiday. When my son, who is a cook in a great restaurant back in Tillsonburg, told me over Skype the other day that he specifically misses my cooking and requested that I make his two favourite meals while he’s here…I have to admit I got a little teary.
There is so much more to look forward to. This life is better than I sometimes let myself be aware of. It’s good to have reminders, even if it’s a sad day of missing my friends.