This morning, I went for a run. Some guy grabbed my arm as I whizzed (okay, stumbled) past. "But, you're sexy!" he shouted after me. Thanks, toothless man! So, when I was walking down Northcote Road (I used to work there) a few hours later, another guy grabbed my arm. I turned to have strong words with him...and I knew him! Not just knew him, but used to be really, really close buddies with him. We worked at the same bar, had the same group of friends, all that fun. And there he was, strolling down Northcote (with a baby! Time? Stop flying please!).
I'm grinning like a fool now. We caught up for 2 minutes and then he left to go meet his wife, but that isn't the point. The point is something someone said to me while I was first starting to struggle with this "what do I do with myself now?" lark. The point is, I have people. And homes.
Because that's how I judge where home is. I still do in Ottawa. And apparently, I do in London too.
Okay, great. You know you're at home. That's kind of soppy and kind of sweet, but what now? Now I find a place to live. I've been putting it off, because really I'm annoyed that the place I so lovingly picked out and moved into with the ex is, through no fault of my own, no longer home. And I have a temporary place to stay, but I want a place, even if it's just a bedroom, all of my own. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. From my sweet 2 bedroom flat to hoping for a bedroom that doesn't cost the moon.
And from a room, I can imagine and then build this life.
Wakeboarding in Korea, which truly made it feel like it was home. And I actually did run into people I knew in Korea. In CheongJu (my city) it happened all the time. It once happened in Seoul, but it was a girl I knew from back in Canada.
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