abba

i'm currently packing for costa rica. in many respects this is the most simple packing job i've ever had. after years of packing this backpack, i've shaved off more and more supplies and now am ready to travel light. plus, we're going to a tropical climate, so that helps.

with two days of work left, and one evening, i'm finding myself short and time. i'm pretty really to switch off my brain and leave it all behind. i kind of want to send everyone a note who i haven't seen or been in touch with in a while before leaving, but then feel like it's kind of idealistic of me.

every house has it's best features. i'm talking BEST features, not just nice floors or room layout. the kind of thing that you discover when you live in it and know it intimately. without out a doubt, my favourite experience from living at the exile is when the breeze blows thru the window and makes the curtain flutter around the room. actually, the wind was partly what i loved about the balcony at the maxipad, and partly what i loved about my bedroom at pirate's cove. AND what i love about walking at night in the summer. it seems i have a thing about the wind. a summer breeze. a sentimental wind.

while chatting with my mom the other day, i was telling her about our time with jill in stratford and about her student midwifing. afterwards she commented about how fortunate i am to have so many good friends. it's true, i am. all the women in my life are remarkable.

maybe your worries are all in your head.