Thanks for visiting! This blog began in 2009 to keep in touch with family/friends while I worked in Madagascar, finally repatriating in 2014. Would you believe me if I told you that my Canadian life has been crazier than that of the jungle life? Going into the 5th year in Canada, and Africa is calling me again. Who knows what will happen.
Easter sucks (except the bible part...)
Easter 2010 – I was in Madagascar, missing my family,
missing Canada, and missing Cadbury’s Crème eggs. It’s all I wanted. I wouldn’t
be able to have them….until who knows when. I made a few posts about missing
them on Facebook, and so casually, like it was no big deal, my ex gave me a
HUGE bag of mini-eggs and Cadbury eggs while we were at a party near the pool.
It caused a bit of tension because I was dating someone else at the time who
had gone to a fair bit of effort to make me the best Easter basket one can make
in Madagascar….and here this guy randomly drops off a grocery bag filled to the
brim of the one thing I had been dying for.
We started dating not too much after that.
Easter was always a little reminder of that small gesture
that ended up being a such a big one. He would surprise me randomly with those
eggs….one after I had a bad day or one carefully laid out on our bed.
Last Easter was the last holiday we spent together as a “family”.
At the time, I thought it was my family for life – despite our marriage
difficulties….so it only makes sense that I’m finding this week incredibly
Also, no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember last
Easter. I know we were all together. I know there was chocolate involved for
the four of us. But I also remember feeling very, very sad and needing to get
away. I came to work on Good Friday even though I had the day off. All I
remember is crying at my desk, in the unlit office as there was almost no one
there. The drive to/from work and the couple of hours I spent there was enough
to help me feel ok, and I went home, hoping to feel better.
I can’t remember what happened next.
I’ve thought about doing something special with others this
weekend so that I don’t feel alone or lonely. But it’s just not in me. I don’t
have the heart to make any kind of arrangements and I don’t feel like doing
anything. I’ve decided to try and book a massage at a cool place that has
thermal baths (it seems to be a big thing here….), eat a big of chocolate, hang
out with Maggie, and wait until this stupid long weekend is over.
Oh - and apartment hunt because I didn't hear back about my dream place.