Yesterday my bus was late.
To make matters worse, I was the last one off.
As we were heading down a street called Dalhousie, I saw the Safeway I shop at the most. The old ghetto Safeway across from the 7-11, in that strip mall they’re slowly shutting down.
At that moment, I felt I could grab the Safeway and hold it in my hand. I felt I could hold my whole neighbourhood in my hand. I felt a deep connection to my neighbourhood in that moment.
This is the place where I did most of my growing up. From age 9 to now, I have lived in this quiet, albeit a little worn down neighbourhood.
I left this place when I turned 18.
Every time I would visit, it would beckon to me. “Come back. This is where you belong. This is home.”
This is home.
I came back after being gone a year and a half. Only 18 months.
I settled in.
I took up my old routine of long walks to Starbuck, Shoppers Drugmart and of course, Safeway.
The Safeway I felt I could hold in my hand, while the sun set behind it.
In my neighbourhood.
Dear other girl in a wheelchair in my English class,
How awesome for you that you can hold the door for yourself. I can’t. So either get in faster while someone is holding the door or let me go in first.
I really feel like eating shrimp with cocktail sauce right now. I’m probably pregnant.
So it’s November and things are starting to get hectic like they tend to before the Christmas break. I’ve got two essays to write and I’ve been so stalled, not like because I have no ideas but because I don’t want to do work.
I’m planning on having a productive weekend and get this film essay research out of the way so I can write the damn thing and move on to the other one.
Then there are the four tests coming up which aren’t stressing me out at all. Nope not one bit.
I want to be done and sit in front of the tv watching Christmas movies and reading a novel of my choice. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask.
On another note, it’s snowed here finally and it looks like by next week we’ll have snow for good so yay! I just love the holiday season. On that note, let me leave you with a classic.
I’m writing an essay right now. It’s for a film class on popular film. I’m doing it on Home Alone. It’s going almost too well. All I can say at this point is
THANK GOD FOR FILM CLASS
It is the only class that doesn’t make me want to give up University because I’m an idiot who can’t properly analyze anything.
Because of film class, I now know that I can analyze a movie.
Now if I could find a way to analyze a poem. Then I wouldn’t feel like a failure in my major.
Here’s the house from Home Alone.
I think Zebra Jones is depressed. He’s been lying on my desk all afternoon and making sad whining noises a lot. He’s also been having this sad look in his eyes like he’s not satisfied with life.
I think it’s because he wants to go outside. When he escapes and gets a taste of the outdoors he gets desperate to get out again. He’s not satisfied with only my cuddles anymore. He wants out.
Oh well. C’est la vie.
Got all these questions
Don’t know who I could even ask
So I’ll just lie down and wait for the dream
Where I’m not ugly and you’re lookin at me