Oh so transitory.

One day, we will have order, but for now, I'll face the chaos. There used to be a time when I revelled in such stress and instability. Not anymore.

Yesterday I came home after my customary weekend in Herring Cove to find a dead plant, I mean really dead; brown and limp and wet and sad looking. When I left the poor thing it was looking better than ever, a new leaf grew everyday, and I had pulled the little thing back from the brink of death once before. I could say we had a bond. I left it in the window for the weekend, and the crack in the window let in too much cold weather and froze the little one. My other plant was also perched in the same windowsill, but seemed to fare a little better. So transported her out to HC after coming to the conclusion that it was too traumatized to live in residence any longer.

So, I cried all morning about the poor little plant, and I decided that if plants can't survive residence, than I shouldn't be there either. While sobbing I came to the conclusion that I need to pack, need to live out of a suitcase for the next month and a half. I've done it before, I can do it again. So I did laundry, and fixed up the mess and tomorrow I will set about packing up my junk. It will feel good, to take some sort of affirmative action towards leaving.

On a different note, the weather has been mixed lately, but it's been peppered with nice sunny spring days. A year ago I was cavorting around Edmonton in a depressed and bewildered daze, it's not long now until the one year mark of the great break up of 2006. I am making new memories now, I love my girlfriend dearly, I am happy and confident, I am doing things and going places and together we are changing the world.

It's nice to have new spring memories.