Quick Trip down Memory Lane

"Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone"

The problem with being away from home for an extended period of time is that life actually does go on without you. No matter how much you live, you see, or you learn over the course of your trip, people at home just carry on with their lives. When you get back, all you want to do is talk about what you’ve done and how overwhelming things were while you were gone. Of course, many people are interested in what you have to say, but to most others it’s nothing new.

Since I’ve moved out, my old bedroom has been transformed into a storage facility soon-to-be workout room. The basement, which used to house all of my furniture, has been modified into a room full of chairs and my two ratty old couches have been replaced by one nice leather one and two lazy boy recliners. My TV is still the centre of attention in the entertainment unit, but the sound surround/home theatre stereo system I had has been emptied off the shelves and been replaced by nothing. My Playstation is now in its box and serves virtually no purpose. Heck, my bathroom has even taken on the role of primary wash centre!

Things I’ve missed, but not really known I missed:
- Looking left while crossing the road
- Being cold
- Vietnamese Subs
- Driving
- Having an alarm clock
- Dryer for clothes
- Properly heater and pressurized plumbing

Nostalgia, I suppose would be the best way to describe the week that has just passed. Snowboarding at Sunshine Village, where I pretty much grew up as both a skier and a snowboarder; Cowboys Nightclub: it’s “the most fun you can have with your boots on” and, of course, home of Thursday Night 25c Draft; 17th avenue SW, home of the Red Mile; Calgary Flames Hockey!; my old Isuzu Trooper; the list goes on, but most importantly friends and family.

Thanks to everyone who came to my surprise party and thanks to everyone who I’ve seen over the past week. This week is a short entry and since I am not in England, there is no new English cultural point to be discussed.

Moral of the story is: I’m headed back out of the country in about an hour. Rumour has it, Papa loves Mambo, so Las Vegas, here I come!