| dear friends. if you were wondering where the moes clan got its coolness from, i have an answer for you.
from our mothers.
family reunions helped too.
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| i am home. and i am jetlagged. nothing i can't handle.
tonight i drove to abbotsford and was captivated by mount baker. its a miracle i didn't drive off the road. 5 months minus mountains will do that to you.
ps. europe was amazing. i might post some pictures soon, maybe after i can sort through the thousands we took. it will be quite the selection process. |
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so this is it. on tuesday morning, i will be leaving on a jet plane. leaving halifax, leaving this place that has become a home. if you would've asked me in december if i would be sad to leave, i probably would have told you no. but the truth is i have really come to love this place, these people. its has been a tough few days saying goodbye to people who i have become dear friends with. i do not know if i will ever see some of them again. hopefully, i can come back and visit some time in the near future but who knows where my life will lead from here.
                           
there is a rich tradition of music here. there are a number of certain songs that have become anthems sung in pubs and bars and markets and street corners all over the province. this one is my favorite (the one that is playing right now, if i did it right). its called FAREWELL TO NOVA SCOTIA:
Chorus:
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
The sun was setting in the west
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined for to rest
But still there was no rest for me
I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my parents, whom I held so dear
And my bonny, bonny lassie that I loved so well
The drums do beat and the wars do alarm
My captain calls, I must obey
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charm
For it's early in the morning, I'll be far, far away
I have three brothers and they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their breasts
But a poor and simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the dark, blue sea
***farewell nova scotia***
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| i woke up this morning after a 24 hour blizzard. 2 feet of snow met my crusty eyes. my roommate and i were planning on going to our church's "Sonrise" service at 6:30am but it was cancelled.
 
contrary to the typical perception that this is normal spring weather for the canadian east coast, a snow storm in april is quite odd. however, i thought that it was quite fitting for Easter Sunday. The lyrics to a song I sang in elementary song keep ringing in my head:
"... thought my sins were as scarlet... You made me white as snow..."
i hope no one has died from an overdose of minieggs and that your Easter was filled with family, food, and sunshine.
it feels a tad bizarre to be studying for final exams when the ground is blanketed in more snow than there was in December. i would rather build a snowman than read about the themes in Shakepeare's Othello and Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre.
last night, my dreams were haunted by Celion Dion singing My Heart Will Go On.
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