Me at Playland, 2012
Now that autumn has arrived, and I have enjoyed a good chunk of the summer, I am more inclined to write, sit inside, and read.
This summer included some wonderful new habits and revived my love of others…it took some time. I generally go through years-long phases of being social vs. being solitary. A visit to Vancouver Island and a group of friends has brought me out of that shell, and even tempts me to move back over there.
I’ve never had a strong friend-group for a long period of time – there was my friends in school, but it was not common for us to hang out in this group outside of school as we all did not live very close together, and our parents had different levels of strictness.
There was a group of gothy types I had weekly parties with in my late teens, but my social anxiety and strange inclinations took over, I felt paranoid that I was being used for my age (to get booze) and my car, and I retreated.
At my last jobs, there were amazing gaggles of people who would hang out together, but when we left one by one, the gatherings got lesser and lesser, and my interactions seem to be one-on-one (still my favourite), and not the grand jigsaw of all us coming together.
And then there were my island friends, all of whom I met through my first time on IRC, a friend named Allen who knew so many wildly funny and eccentric, goofy, and kind people on the Island, and I very much fell into those people, loved them all, and went as often as I could.
So many of these people moved around, and many are now again in one place – some have moved on, but we all have this connected, group-feel, and it is the only one where I feel completely at ease. Groups have always intimidated me and if there is a large gathering where I only know one or two people, or no one, I completely panic. Large crowds? Don’t even go there. The Olympics in Vancouver 2 years ago…the epicenter was right outside of my work, and I had panic attacks daily.
I would spend every weekend on the Island if I was not saving up for my winter vacation, but I love that a 2-day excursion has revived me. THE FEELINGS.
Other things I’ve done this summer:
+ Read about a billion graphic novels and other books.
+ Beach running.
+ Beach gathering with many raw foods.
+ PLAYLAND + a ride that swings 70 kph at 218 feet in the air (overwhelming).
+ Swimming at the pool with my Dad.
+ Much running with my dog.
+ Fruit, so much fruit. I bought well over 100 lbs of blueberries in a couple of months, and ate them all.
+ Blackberry picking.
+ Waking much earlier than usual, and sleeping more.
+ I actually went out to a club for the first time in years.
+ Many visits to the farm market, to visit the cows, goats, and donkeys (and buy food).
+ Beach jaunts with my dog, who loves to run on the sandbars. She is a Chinese Crested and ends up looking very drowned afterward.
+ Another visit to the island to visit my friend and her son (before her new baby was born). I proceeded to eat much of her garden.
+ Fund-raising and walking for the SPCA.
+ Reminiscing and reliving many moments from teenagedom, and planning out a comic based on those years.
+ So much dog-park.
+ Went to see the DJ Richie Hawtin with my boyfriend.
+ Much, much lying in the sun.
AND NOW, it is fall, and still beautiful out. The night is colder, but the days are still bright and bloom with happy. I have many ideas and jaunts planned for fall.
Always make the most of the weather, your friends, your time, your health. It’s so easy to say “You only get one life” and not really reflect on that – this time is not endless, as much as I wish it was. I want to live forever.