Love is a Place

I woke up this morning in my own proper bed for the first in many days after going home for the holidays and I listened to Metric on my ipod.

I drove into Alberta under the darkness of a new moon and left under a waning blue moon.

I visited with so many friends, but fewer than I preferred. Two of my friends are engaged, both getting married this year: one soon, one later.

We didn't spend as much time having coffee as I wanted.

There was family time and private time. Time with my cats and time on my own.

I said goodbye to my house. again.

I had a fantastic evening with strong ladies discussing all of life's most important topics.

Hugs.

I saw your home for the first time. and yours.

I learned that some of my pottery got broken on the way back from Winnipeg after I moved, but it made room for new pottery I'll make this year.

I made a tough choice, but purged you from the list anyway.

I saw the broad prairies from a new angle, my home, my heart. I took a new road.

I heard The Pogues 3 times on the CBC.

my eyes are open

I met people I forgot I knew.

on to 2010 and a new semester at school.

Maybe I'll see you in LA or Vancouver or Winnipeg or in my dreams.