East of Enid Avenue

I have: wonderful people in my life, husband, family, friends…lots of amazing people…I am blessed… 

I dislike: ingnorance… 

I miss: my grandmother, my mom, my little house in Tracy where I grew up, the plentiful trees of my home province and walking through them for hours, my little comfort spot by the stream, my lake, my childhood…there’s a lot that I miss…but a lot to look forward to… 

I fear: the tree people…*shudder*… 

I feel: that the world is a amazing place, and if it weren’t for human nature, it could be that much more amazing… 

I hear: my husband eating chips…  

I smell: ducky… 

I crave: learning…and in all honesty - Punjab Sweet House as well…Indian food is my downfall…and Chinese food…and Japanese…and Lebanese…and the beauty of it is I can learn while I crave…and Mexican…and Italian…gah…

I cry: often…some tears of joy…some tears of pain and sorrow…often necessary and always healing…

I usually: will only watch movies at home in my pj’s and with a glass of something hot in the fall and winter and something cool in the spring and summer…so it shall be written, so it shall be done… 

I search: for things endlessly and needlessly because I am often careless and it drives me right out of my little brain… 

I wonder: about absolutely everything… 

I regret: nothing. Though that is not to say I am not sorry… 

I wish: all of the time and most of the time on either stars, rainbows or clovers…I wish on anything really…I wished on a pickle the other day…I just wish because it keeps my childlike innocence in check and because it makes me feel that anything is possible…so I wish… 

I love: life and everything it includes…husband, family, friends, home, water, food, cultures, city, country, the world…so many things to love… 

I care: about the environment and my impact on it… 

I worry: that we aren’t doing enough good to make up for the bad that we and the ones before us have created… 

I am not: a bad person, but I could be a better one… 

I remember: the bumper pads in my crib and climbing out of my crib to go and find my mom. I remember the various carpet samples on my wall to keep the sound out of my room because I would wake up at every little noise. I remember making a boat out of plywood in my back yard and sailing away over the enormous puddle that was there because of the spring rain. I remember all of my pets, especially Christmas, my cat. I remember the magical land we created all over areas of the Rankine Road. I remember the “Goosie Gang”. I remember my first bookbag for school, and the navy jumper my mom had made for my first year of school. I remember LOVING school when I was little. I remember my first kiss was a boy named Chris Angus when I was 5. I remember our babysitter’s chocolate cake. I remember eating Flintstone vitamins with my brother like they were candy. I remember wanting to be just like Jolie Burtt when I grew up. I remember my first convention and how thrilling it was. I remember my first plane ride to Florida with my family and I remember the lightening that hit the wing on my first plane ride to Florida (yikes!!!). I remember my getting my driver’s license…first try. I remember my favorite school play that we performed was “A Christmas Carol”. I remember my graduation day like it was yesterday. I remember my first love. I remember laughing so hard with my friends that it hurt - numerous times. I remember dancing like we didn’t care and we didn’t. I remember Montreal and LOVE remembering it. I remember learning life changing lessons and then moving on with what I’d learned. I remember the first time I met my husband. I remember three weeks later saying “He’s the one!” to my best friend. I remember Argentina, Uruguay, Brazil, Jamaica, China, Hong Kong, Mexico, London, Italy and so many other things that we’ve experienced. I remember my grandmother and continue to miss her like mad everyday, although they say time eases the heartache. I remember every single minute of our beautiful wedding. I love memories… 

I believe: that there is only one Creator, God the Father Who sent his only Son, Jesus to die for our sins and sent us the Holy Spirit to be our Comfort here on earth until He returns to bring us home. I believe that religion is a strange and frustrating institution but I believe that faith is amazing and wonderful.  I believe in the power of forgiveness.  I believe that, as a race, we have done despicable things that need to be atoned for that we may not have committed ourselves but that we can break the lines of to move forward as one world and one people without the barriers of race that have been made ours by our ancestors disgraceful decisions. I believe that it is our CHOICE to not continue our life’s walk in ignorance. I believe that there is goodness in our world but we have to see it and realize it for what it is. I believe we can move forward in love and peace and I pray it happens… 

I sing: all the time and in extreme randomness and without warning… 

I don’t always: do what I should in life, but I always try… 

I write: so often that it consumes a good portion of my day. So much so that I’m hoping it will one day be my career… 

I lose: my selfishness a little more every day… 

I listen: well and thoroughly or so I’ve been told… 

I don’t understand: people who are ignorant…therein, perhaps, lies my own ignorance… 

I can usually be found: with something chocolate or with my husband and something chocolate… 

I need: to focus… 

I forget: that life is what we make it and that I need to become the amazing and fantastic experience that I am searching for and not continue to search for it in someone or something else…it’s all in me…

 I am happy: and that is a wonderful thing and a gift from God…