Thursday, August 14, 2003
on my way back home
I'm at work, preparing a lesson (I'm teaching a friend how to read French, in order to pass the departmental exam this fall), and am very excited about getting on the night bus tonight to Toronto.
I have two cities that qualify as home: Toronto and Ottawa. I have a parent in each (well, my mom lives in the Toronto suburb of Mississauga, but she grew up in Toronto and lived in Toronto and hates where she lives right now), good friends in each, and strong emotional attachments to each. I think, ultimately, I'd prefer settling down in Ottawa, the city in which I was born, and which is smaller and more comfortable, and is marginally less pretentious (government employees show up to work in sweats. I can deal with this).
While I'm visiting Toronto this time around, I'm going to head to Ottawa over either Canadian or American Thanksgiving. I need to spend time in both.
Anyway. just another homesick canuck...
There are three rocks on my desk in my Bronx apartment.
One is a pinky orange piece of rock from Wyoming. I grabbed it near the Ames Monument when we got lost near there, in the fog. (The adventure in which we saw the black SUV with New York plates). We were delirious.
One is a blue-and-yellow painted piece of ceramic from the "Tree of Utah (Metaphor)" in the Great Salt Desert of Utah. (it had broken off, and was lying on the salty ground). We were delirious.
One is a blue-veined piece of red rock from near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Looking over the edge, along Bright Angel trail, and walking along, seeing shell fossils 8,000 ft up from sea level, and.... I was delirious.
So. Lucky rocks. Lucky, delirious rocks.
I think they're lucky.
jane 1:04 PM [+]