so, here we are… 9 months after my last entry. so much has happened since then.
let’s see… where to begin… the business is starting to pick up: rattailfilms.com check it out, if u get the chance (which reminds me, i really should look into editing that website soon. some things aren’t looking so right on the laptop, even if they do look nice on the mac.)
the day job (aka campbell’s) is slow, but i’m still working there, so at least i can pay the bills!
and how the bills have increased… which comes to my next piece of news: Keith and i are now living in a condo in mississauga – complete with mortgage, valet parking, and 3 cats. yes, that’s right, THREE. we love them to death. Corbin (the black panther. really, he’s huge, but a big suck), Leeloo (little black and white curious critter who loves to terrorize the rats – or at least she tries) and Logan (the youngest, orange tabby. very cuddly.) oh, we still have the rats (well, i had one rat before: Roslyn. she died in feb. we got 2 more: Emma and Marley. they’re feisty and don’t cowar at the sight of the cats)
and that’s my current living situation.
i recently went to a 25-year reunion of sorts. back in 1984, my grade school buried a time capsule. i was just over 5 years old at the time, in grade 1. needless to say, i can’t remember much from my years at Byngmount, we moved while i was in grade 2. i think that the move effected me in a way that made me forget a lot of my friends. i vaguely remember some of them, i can remember first names, but not really faces. i did meet up with my old next door neighbour and close childhood friend. he and his family still live in that same house where i can recall the poodles his grandparents had, the speak-n-spell we used to play with in his living room while his mom watched over me and my sisters when my parents were at work, the fence between our houses – where we shared our first kiss at 5 years old. lol
that fence is so much shorter than i’d remembered, and the garage is so much closer to the house than i’d remembered.
having lost touch with my friends and thinking back to those years, i feel like part of me was lost when we left that house.
how different would things be if i’d gone to a different high school, if i’d stayed in touch with my best friends from childhood?
i’m grateful for the friends i have now and for the life i have now.
i don’t know where i’m going with this entry. just typing thoughts out on a screen, like i’ve done before.
i guess i have to remember that change is good, and that things do happen for a reason. don’t they? i wouldn’t be who i am today if certain things hadn’t happened.
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