While I’m sitting here with less than 5 hours until I leave for the airport, I can’t help but feel a little emotional about the past week.
Just last weekend, I had my going away party with all my wonderful friends. The highlight of my night though was definitely a mixed CD compiled by one group of friends of all the cheesy songs that shaped our friendship up until now. Like the time we realized that we could convince a guy friend to sing pretty much any song during karaoke, so we picked Madonna’s “Girls just wanna have fun.” While I’m not bringing the actual CD (with the most hideous pictures everyone could find, cut-out to make the most amusing collage, of course) I have made a playlist on my iPod, so I may laugh and cry when I listen to it on planes, trains and boats during my travels.
But this past week was truly about spending time with my family. Christmas is generally the time of year for that, but somehow it always seems to be lacking in my family. So this year in order to make the most of it, we all packed into the van and headed to my grandparents house in the country and simply enjoyed everyone’s company.
There is something about driving down Canadian highways that simply makes me happy. It makes me think of that Death Cab for Cutie song, Passenger Seat, in the sense that I can truly just empty my mind and enjoy the ride and the views of the countryside. The highways carved out of rock, the small towns with the exorbitant amount of Christmas decorations, and the nighttime ritual of watching for deer once we actually enter the country (and of course, my dad constantly reminding my mom, “high beams! Low beams!”)
Then we were lucky enough to have a white Christmas. I was so happy to see for the last time a legitimate snow, complete with shoveling and snowmen before I leave.
I took pictures and video to show those who may have never seen snow before, and my aunt even suggested that I print a picture to hang on my wall to cool me off when it’s so hot I think the thermometer might break.
So with plenty of warmth in my heart for my friends and family, memories of winter when I feel nostalgic, and everything packed in my bag (and I mean pretty much everything, I’m going to regret bringing half the stuff I have, I can just FEEL it) I’m off.
Next, I’ll be writing from a hammock in Thailand.