*Warning, Approaching Rant...*
I write this entry (the first in a while, and one of "substance") from my new home, overlooking the mildly busy stretch of Yonge Street that runs through the area formerly home to North York, and currently home to Mel Lastman Square...anyhoo...while I'm enjoying the view - and trust me - I'll be inviting y'all to come and check 'er out soon enough - sitting here alone in the dark (not a lot of lighting currently available to me on the 13th/16th floor) - I can't help but feel a sense of void.
I found out this week upon my return to Toronto that indeed you can't come home again...moved out of my home for 20 years and though this new place is awesome, its not exactly home just yet - plus what's crazier, is that I'm going to be leaving "home" in a matter of weeks to traverse the Atlantic and see what the 'Ol Country's got in store for me...cool.
Why the void then? Well, it seems as though while I'm away some of us did some growing up - and I can't help but feel as though I've missed out on stuff...fantastic news - my boy's gonna be a daddy...that's right, Neil Lipman and his lovely bride Marla are expecting a child (I've gone on record and predicted a lovely lil' girl) - but mum's the word on the baby's sex...
anyhow, so maybe its the weather, maybe its just me but I can't help but feel as though once again I'm caught up in the cycle of the grass being greener on the other side - and no, I really am not trying to complain, b/c I'm aware of the great opportunities that I'm trying to make for myself - but seriously, it seems as though I'm stuck off to the side forced to watch a parade go by and no one really wants to let me participate...fuck this is depressing....
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