this time is good

I think I've forgotten how to blog. I have been doing so much in the past couple of months and I haven't talked about any of it. It's weird, really. For the first time in a long time, I'm living rather than just existing. Like, really living. I'm always out and spending time with friends, always up to something, but it's just life. And how do you write about the simple things in life? How do you write about the things that have just become the new normal?

 

Winter has come. We had our first real snow of the season just a couple of weeks ago, and since reading and snow go hand in hand, I've been spending a lot of time with my nose in a book. My school looks so beautiful in the winter. Every season brings a new sense of finality with it. "This is my last _____ here," has gone through my head many, many times this school year.

 

At the beginning of the month, a couple of friends and I made our way to Vancouver for the Imagine Dragons concert and some adventuring around Vancouver. The concert was incredible, and I'll never complain about being in the city. 

 

Valentine's day came and went. Just like we did for Halloween and Christmas, we spent our spare block one afternoon decorating the grade twelve hallway. Hearts, hearts, and more hearts. I felt a whole lot of love this year.  

 

Timmies, Starbucks, and Serious Coffee dates have been quite a thing lately, too. I don't think I'll ever not want to spend time with friends over a warm cup of tea.
 

 

It snowed for at least 48 hours straight this weekend, and we got the most snow we've had in years. Needless to say, there was a little snow adventuring to be had. . 

 

And that brings us to now, lots of fun to be had and living to be done. This life is good, this time is good.

corbinisms {take three}

Corbin, right before jumping into my arms one time: I want to swing right to you heart. 

Then once he landed in my arms: Did I get your heart? 

Corbin: I just seriously gotta kinda grow up. 

In the summer, Corbin picked a raspberry from our bush and gave it to my mom and said "because you're my first love".

Corbin: I love you a million billion million!

Me: Well I love you a million billion million times 3!

Corbin: Uh, well I love you the most. 

Corbin: That made my heart feel happy. 

"Isn't that weird? Hercules has the same strong muscles as me!"

Corbin: I'm gonna sit near you because I love you. 

My mom: I got 20$ in my pocket. 

Corbin: I know that song! It's called "I'm gonna pop some tags".

"Maybe when I'm a boy adult, I'll be able to swim."

And my personal favourite: "I think I'm getting to like you, Daughter Hopie."

more mishmash

 

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November 6th, 2013 - 7:02 pm

I don't like this day. Not one bit. School to work to home to sleep. That's not how I want to live, yet that's what has to be done. I have to do a job that I don't like in order to get to a job that I do like. I have to do a job that I don't like in order to do the things that I do like. I don't like this day or this job or this stress. I don't like this moment -- sitting in the crew room on my break, an hour before I'm supposed to be off, freezing cold and frustrated. Sometimes it's okay. Sometimes I even enjoy myself at work. But right now it's not and I'm not. Right now I just want to be home. The only thing stopping me from quitting is the money I'm earning towards my dreams. And I guess that's a pretty good life lesson to learn. 

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January 24th, 2014 - 11:56 pm

It's just one of those days. Happiness is a funny thing to me. When it's there, you barely notice it, but when it's gone, it's all you can think about. I go through these short little phases of being utterly unhappy every couple of months and I never understand why happiness is so fleeting. The other day I read something about how the goal in life shouldn't be to feel happy at the end of it, but to feel fulfilled, and I think that that's a pretty good way to think of things on a day like this. 

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February 3rd, 2014 - 10:27 pm

This life is way too good for the nostalgic. It's way too amazing. Too many good friends, good times, and good memories. I guess this isn't a bad problem to have, but sometimes my heart just aches in the best way possible for those days and moments that I'll never get back. Sometimes it aches for the adventures I've been on and the people I used to spend my time with. And all it takes is looking through old photos or reading an old journal entry and I'm aching for that time and place. Sometimes I wish I could go back for just a minute. One single minute to experience a certain moment again. I'm sure I'd appreciate that moment a whole lot more if I did. This life is way too good for the nostalgic. 

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Continued from "a mishmash of words".