Saturday, November 8, 2008
Ventured back to St. Catharines for the night on Wednesday, and left the boy and the dog at home.
Got to see the friends I miss and go out to my old Wednesday night haunt.
It's a bit strange to go back sometimes.
I'm so happy to see everyone. It's always a good time.
But it's hard not to notice the things that have changed, and those that haven't at all.
The streets change. Construction everywhere. New stores go up. Old stores came down. The city itself doesn't feel like it used to.
But my times with my friends have not changed a bit. It's often like I never left, other than people acting happier to see me than usual.
So for 24 hours, I really was living my old life.
When I went to bed that night, I sat in my old bed in my old bedroom in my parents' house and thought about my life in Toronto.
I thought about my dog running around at the dog park.
My boyfriend coming home from work, tired and full of stories.
Sitting at the arena, watching the Parkdale Hockey Lads give it their best.
Walking down Queen West to meet everyone at the Rhino.
While in St. Catharines, thinking of those things seemed so far away. Like they weren't me.
Yet when I'm here, in Toronto, my old St. Catharines routine seems like a memory.
So strange to have two lives.
But maybe it means I'm lucky.