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Canada Day: From Darkness to Blessing

 

// When homesickness hits, it hits hard. This was a tough week. Canada’s 150th Birthday, Erwin in Australia with Raelynne, Joshua in Canada, and I’m here in South Africa with David and Rachel and a good case of FOMO.

What a week to have “Blessing” as our Five Minute Friday prompt-word.

“My Goodness! What is wrong with me? I feel like I’m auditioning for a Lego Batman character… ‘Darkness. Blacked-out windows. No parents… I only dress in black, and dark shades of grey.’ The celebrations back home will be nothing short of epic. And I’m so homesick I can hardly breathe.”

For two days, the melancholy threatened to swallow me whole. I tried to write. I tried to read. I tried my best to see the glass half-full. But the loneliness was more than I could bear.

If I could’ve put my mood to music, it would’ve sounded a lot like “The Batman Song” from The Lego Movie. Have you seen it yet?

Darkness / No parents / Continued darkness / More darkness, get it? / The opposite of light / Black hole / Curtains drawn / In the basement / Middle of the night / Blacked-out windows / Other places that are dark / Black suit / Black coffee / You get it, that’s just the first verse

Darkness / No parents / Super rich / Kinda makes it better

Had it not been for the fact that I had promised to host a Canada Day Party at our house on Saturday night, I would’ve stayed in bed under the covers.    Read more

Five Minute Friday – CONTROL

Welcome back, dear friends! The radio silence is over, and I’m getting back on my feet after 5 weeks of international living. Our son, Joshua, is safely settled into his bachelor pad downstairs at my parents’ place in Canada. What a whirlwind of activity and emotion! He’s now the proud owner of snow boots, a down-filled jacket, and an Alberta Health Care Card.

We’re still trusting for a job for him (he’s an excellent barista if anyone knows of openings in the South Edmonton area) and acceptance into his program of choice at MacEwan University this coming fall.

Goodbyes don’t get easier, do they? You’d think that I’d be good at this by now. No, it’s still terrible to say ‘goodbye’ to people you love. But I’ll write about that more once my dreadful jet lag has worn off.

Today is FRIDAY! Whoop whoop! Every Friday, I join an inspiring group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. (Missed you guys.) No editing. No revising. Just WRITE.

This week, the prompt word is CONTROL. (oh great… seriously?)

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// Let’s face it… there are sooo many things out of my control.

I can’t control Home Affairs or getting the appropriate visas for my family. I couldn’t control Joshua’s ability to get a longer visa and stay in the country with us.

I can’t control the admissions boards at universities to ensure that my brilliant child captures a place among their new students.

I can’t control bureaucracy and the inefficiency of different nations to communicate with each other.

I can’t control potential employers and their decision-making abilities. “My kid is awesome; why aren’t you hiring him?”

I can’t control mortality or the health of the human body. So many of our precious friends are in a death-defying battle with disease right now.

Let’s face it; I can’t even control my ability to have an enjoyable flight overseas. I did my part… I chose a reputable airline. I chose a convenient seat. But all it takes is one rude person with bad gas to ruin a perfectly good flight. (Watch this space for a proper rant about rude people in international airfare.).    Read more

When NOW Hurts

If I was going to be honest, I’d say that I don’t really like my “Now” this week. Now hasn’t been fun. It hasn’t been filled with “Let’s go party now,” or “Let’s go out now!”

No, our NOW has been filled with more emotion than I know what to do with. “Guys, its time to pack your bags now.”   “Honey, can you load the trailer now?”  

“Josh… I’m so sorry, Honey. It’s time to go now.”

So sore.

I would love to go back to the Christmases of ‘years gone by’ when the urgency was only “Come, guys! Let’s make some shortbread now!” Or “Gotta wrap the presents now.” Or “It’s time to straighten up the house… company is coming now!”

What I wouldn’t give to go back to those days of scattered toys, constant noise, and sibling drama.  Read more