It has been an interesting time here, in this city from whence I came. I feel comfortable, yet not at home. When I drive around Calgary, I know about where I am going, can see the nearby roads in my head. I know many stores here, and where to get what I want, and even the closest store selling what I desire. There is a sort of luxury in that, knowing where to go. There is a certain lack of adventure as well, the thrill of the hunt left toothless. I recall Ashland vividly, the walking about, seeking the bits and bobs I wanted. Every day was an adventure, where something new was seen. In contrast, being here is a bit like settling into an old chair. I am comfortable, but my days hold few new discoveries.
I have been enjoying the company of old friends. In the same way new friends challenge you to explain yourself, your stance on an issue, old friends know what sort of person you are, and much can safely be assumed, motives glossed over. With new friends, I find I must re-examine some of my base assumptions, and this leads me to redefine my own story, what makes me who I am. Growth is always good, but can certainly get tiring. There is a certain decadent pleasure in simply relaxing into discourse with friends who have been there for the heartaches and trails that have shaped who you are.
And now, I ready my wings for flight once more. The west coast calls to us, and the road sings sweetly. I must answer.
Wherever you are, Be There 