We basically spent the whole month of February with Amie and Jared, our best people.
They will be in the Cook Islands for the next few months for missionary work. We will miss them often 🙁
This week I read a story about happiness. In Malta, Natalia used to laugh because whatever I did (waking up with the sun, doing Yoga, going to school, seeing friends, eating ice cream, going to bed) I used to refer to it as my favorite time of the day.
These moments still warm my heart, but the story reminded me to think about my favorite times in 2015 – when I walk B to school in the morning, the promise of a nice cup of tea, when Evan comes home from the job he loves, when I leave the car at home and hike or bus to work, when we have coffee on a Saturday morning, when I see a friend in person or on skype, when I see my nephews, 10:23 when my eyes fall asleep…
Last week I surprised my coworkers at Pooh Corner and SFU. It’s always strange to walk into familiar spaces after being gone for a while. At SFU, I was very fortunate to join the children, families, and educators for their Christmas party. The children put on a christmas concert for their parents and overall it was a very festive time to be there. I got lots of hugs from the children, had nice conversations with the families and my coworkers, and on the bus ride home I had some time to reflect on life.
It’s been 17 years since we moved to Canada. Who could have guessed that life would turn out so beautifully on that sad December morning at Hamburg airport? Now it’s been 17 years, half my life, and what was important then is no longer on my mind.
As we were getting ready for this big move, my friends compiled a book with farewell letters. There is so much love and heartache in that small book, so many memories of my life as a teenager. My first love, my best friend, my marching band, my classmates… a different life.
Jens Arne wrote about the close friends I was leaving behind, but that he was confident I would make new friends in Canada. He reminded me to think of my closest friends often and not to get distracted with those that weren’t important in my life, including him. Such good advice, even though it was harsh at the time. It turns out he knew my philosophy on life quite well, a few good friends are better than many acquaintances.
Life is so precious when you get it back. We saw our friends, shopped for food, slept-in, went for a short hike, skyped with New Zealand, and had a real weekend.
Today I need to write a letter to the Dean to ask to be withdrawn from my PhD program (not even withdrawing is easy when you’re a PhD student). I can’t defer my courses, because I was so eager and took those 2 summer courses. They were the loveliest courses, so no regrets. I can reapply to a PhD program when I’m 40, 50, or 60.
I will also mark some papers today!!! I don’t know how to go about this yet, but I know there is only one way to find out. Doing it!
Evan is taking a course this week. He doesn’t like school and I hope it’s going to be fun for him.
We’ve finally managed to upload wedding photos this week, I took care of B and brought him to kindergarten, I slept in this morning and now I’m cooking dinner in our new slow-cooker. I even have time to write on my blog…
Where do I get all this free time you ask? I’ve decided to postpone school for a while. Difficult decision, but once it was made I felt like a million bucks! Evan and I sat down on Sunday and made a list of pros and cons, which resulted in our first big decision as a married couple. School has to wait.