I'm back in Canada now. First day back at work today. A new year. All that jazz.
I went back to England twice last year, and the first time I returned to Edmonton in June. As I was on the plane, I felt very melancholy. When I landed, I caught the bus to Edmonton. As we rolled along the highway, I thought how no one would be at the bus station to meet me, and how I would trundle my cases along to my appartment where I would unpack them alone.
When I was on the plane this time, I felt the same way. As I was on the bus to Edmonton, that feeling changed. I realised that I no one would be there to meet me at the bus station, but that was just because I didn't arrange it. My phone was buzzing with text messages from all the wonderful people who had missed me. I had already arranged to meet several of them over the next few days.
Yes, I'm still living alone, but my situation has changed so much. I've made so many new friends and rediscovered many more. I'm very happy to know all these wonderful people.
I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
