One singular sensation.
September 8. Today officially marks one year since I arrived in Calgary.
There is part of me that believes it, part of me that can’t, and part of me that feels like it’s been 5 years.
I tried to reflect on everything that has happened this year but nothing really significant stood out. Soon much but so little?
I feel like the biggest change in all of this has been me. No, not the new hair do or the stylish cast I’ve been rocking for the last six and a half weeks, but the inside me. Calm, happy in my job, making new friends; it’s all good.
Sure I’m lonely and miss the comforts that home brings. I miss Toronto, the friends and most of all the family, but there is always an overpriced flight home. No matter how long I’m here, Toronto will always be home.
I decided to give Calgary a bit more time and move into my apartment at the end of the month. Visitors are always welcome, though no one takes me up on that offer. Wait a little while, as I need to buy a couch. Post-Thanksgiving visitors sounds good. We’ll go to the Rockies; bring your earmuffs and mittens.
Looking forward to the next year. Hopefully. Happy. Hippie.