Thanks for visiting! I started this blog in 2009 to keep in touch with family and friends while I worked in Madagascar for four years. I was blessed to have amazing and life changing experiences, travel the world, and fall in love, in more ways than one. I followed my heart and ended back up in Quebec and am still trying to adapt to life here.
It all sounds crazy to me now, but I continue to write about day-to-day life, and how I sometimes struggle through life's challenges - big or small.
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.