Gearing up to leave anywhere is always a mix of sad and exciting, and for me it’s also a little dramatic. I fled Kingston for Toronto during the August 2003 blackout two days after a major fallout with a good friend. My remaining days in Canada are just as chock-full: chipped tooth, US Embassy lineups to nowhere, car accident.
The car: bits on the street, recyclemania.
Us: a little shaken up.
My Dad earlier this weekend: “We’re thinking of getting a new car soon”…
Dad will get his wish tomorrow.
Excellent things: I’ve been reminded of how timeless good friendships are. Love was in glorious display and brought a tear to my eye at J’s wedding. Green Door goods with H. I spent quality time in the Greenbelt keeping up with an Ironman. And the Boston Marathon gave me a boost that I’ve been needing: I gotta get back on the horse. I will qualify!
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Oh! I think you need a really gorgeous pic of Cali in the black space that’s above your blog text :)
Miss you Kat!