I've been back in Halifax for about a week.
As I said, it's rather dreadful here. I visited my old favourite haunts, but now that I've done that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I'll go tracking some old friends westward (as far as Winnipeg), but other than that the novelty of being back has certainly worn off.
What am i supposed to do here? I'm not doing anything really. Just killing time until I head to China in early May.
The city, meanwhile, is not my own now. I don't know anything about it. I've been away too long. I used to like that I knew all the secrets of the place. I knew who owned the cafe I drank at. I knew the name of the guy in the kitchen at my favourite restaurant. I knew the best places to sit and read a book. I knew where to see some music played.And I especially knew about the streets of my local neighbourhood.
But I don't know these things anymore. The old secrets I used to know are not valid anymore. They are not valid. They are leftover secrets. They are just trivia. Just old facts. Ancient history.
Oh well. I've gained a world, but lost a home as they say. Not a totally unreasonable trade-off.
And do you want to know something about losing a home? I've now lost the right to vote in Canadian elections. Well, I will in about half a month. April 9 will be my five year anniversary of leaving. I haven't been a "resident" of Canada since then.
Well, that's all for now...
As I said, it's rather dreadful here. I visited my old favourite haunts, but now that I've done that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I'll go tracking some old friends westward (as far as Winnipeg), but other than that the novelty of being back has certainly worn off.
What am i supposed to do here? I'm not doing anything really. Just killing time until I head to China in early May.
The city, meanwhile, is not my own now. I don't know anything about it. I've been away too long. I used to like that I knew all the secrets of the place. I knew who owned the cafe I drank at. I knew the name of the guy in the kitchen at my favourite restaurant. I knew the best places to sit and read a book. I knew where to see some music played.And I especially knew about the streets of my local neighbourhood.
But I don't know these things anymore. The old secrets I used to know are not valid anymore. They are not valid. They are leftover secrets. They are just trivia. Just old facts. Ancient history.
Oh well. I've gained a world, but lost a home as they say. Not a totally unreasonable trade-off.
And do you want to know something about losing a home? I've now lost the right to vote in Canadian elections. Well, I will in about half a month. April 9 will be my five year anniversary of leaving. I haven't been a "resident" of Canada since then.
Well, that's all for now...