I’ve spent the last month settling in, it’s taken a lot longer this year because I’m so far from everything, and work just drains me of all the energy I have. I’m a granny: I sleep early, don’t go out on weekends, and am lame in general. I feel like everytime I go back somewhere, whether it be returning home (calgary) or coming back to my ‘new’ home (vancouver), I grow a little more. I see things differently, through new eyes.
I am constantly being reminded of the future, what I am to do with life, and how to treat people with the love and care that I’ve been shown. To put effort into those that have not been as blessed as I have been, and to be a blessing onto them. I feel like I did when I returned from Panama, lucky to have so much and aware of how with so little, people still have something that we don’t. The feeling’s returning now that I hang out with people again, and notice how things that were so important before, aren’t anymore.
