After two hours and twenty minutes of sitting and waiting, I arrived back into the Hamilton airport and was greeted with the open arms of my dad and sister who so kindly helped me with my VERY heavy luggage. Well, at least what came through after the extra hour of waiting due to red alert thunderstorm activity. One bag is currently lost somewhere between Moncton and Calgary, and I am waiting for a call to tell me that all is good for me to come and pick it up. Let's hope that all does go well.
Other than that, it was sooo good to come home, get in the door of my rather shabby under-construction hallway (and living room and bedroom and basement...), hear the squeaking of my good friend Kiwi the parrot and the purring of my cat Pebbles, and of course, get many more warm hugs from my fabulous brother Myles and my lovely mother. Coming home is strange because the moment you walk in the door, it's like you never even left. You know where everything is, you know who everyone is, and you can freely walk around and lounge around as you please. No expectations except to be a part of your family. And I can't wait to see my friends and give them the biggest hugs yet and spend the longest summer of my life having some wild memories and adventures. I cannot wait for a sunny day to go for a hike, swim, play, or simply lounge about in the yard and tan. Hurray! Plus... summer reading!!! can't wait! I love digging into the plots, adventures, and mishaps of these characters. I love imagining that I am part of the story too, or putting myself into the life of one of the characters and participating in the story myself. I was introduced to metafiction/post-modernism in my english class, and I have firmly decided that it is my favourite kind of writing yet. I can't wait to look into some good metafiction authors like Stoppard and Barth. I was watching the Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail and totally started analyzing it and looking at the tyranny of the author/director and the awareness of the movie as a movie. It made me quite content. :) Well, it's getting late here. til later!
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.