Summer Nostalgia

With nothing but the most reckless of abandon, I embraced this weekend visit of a close friend from London. From the moment we entered the warm apartment on Friday evening until I saw him off at the bus stop this afternoon, we were under the relaxing, often euphoric, in this case nostalgic grips of, well.... this one time I went to law school....no I will not censor....blazedness. It reminded me of summer so much, and I had one fabulous summer. In the madness of outlines, exam prep and catch-up-readings, I got to step out of the chaos, and return to a time and feeling of ...i dunno...that feeling that you have in the summer. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no readings; just time spent with friends, beautiful weather, pub nights, and chilling. And all that chilling entails. We watched great movies (summer notable mention: Paris, Je t'aime), spent lots of time on the beach, watched sunsets, ate delicious food, took photos, talked, sat in silence, explored inner coves of the downtown, reminisced, made future plans and ate in the harbour. The weather was beautiful both days, but today it was especially bright and sunny. This weekend was wonderfully refreshing, restorative, and leaves me looking forward to Christmas like no other. It was so so wonderful to have Jeff here this weekend.

This evening, alone again, I sat out on my steps and did what I do out on the steps and listened to summer music, but it was really cold. They're calling for snow. Maybe my weekend will be extended another day. But it wouldn't be the same. Jeff wouldn't be here. I have no one with whom to reminisce (*do you remember that party where we ate 9 boxes of girl guide cookies? and do you remember when we almost got signed up for a walking marathon?*). The real world begins again tomorrow, and likely won't end until the day of my last exam on Dec 19, but I have this weekend to remember what I have to look forward to at the end when I get home.

Mmmm bliss.
from an effing cold, yet blissfully relaxing, Victoria night.