I haven't written in a year?? How'd that happen???
Just thinking last evening about how much my life has changed in 4 years. I love living in Quebec. I love speaking french all the time; and I feel like I've come home. I'm connected here...and I think my Dad must be so happy to have one of his children living in the place he loved, driving on the roads he drove on, and just sort of a continuance if you will. I summered here most of my childhood. My life was always very much a part of quebec but I lost that as I got older, during the working years.
For instance, I went to visit my Dad in his final resting place, in the town he was born. After the visit we went across the street from the church and cemetery to get a pepsi. There were a group of 4 elderly women rocking on the porch of this general store. I started talking to them, and long story short....they knew me. One rocked me in her arms as a baby when we lived here, another was a cousin of my Dad's. I'm connected here. I'm Lucien's daughter, Anita's niece, Mario's cousin, Marcelle's daughter...it feels right.
I love this province. It took me a while to I'll admit. The people are friendly, open. They chat in bank lines, or grocery store lines. Cashiers chat to customers. It used to drive me nuts! Don't do business here if you're in a hurry. Go to Toronto!! But I get it. What's the freaking hurry??
And its home now. I've made some really good girlfriends. I love these women I workout with, ski with, and of course drink wine and dine with. We're all the same age and in the same place ...our men are becoming friends as well. We all travel and its not uncommon to meet up in south Florida or the Keys or Ogunquit. Do I miss Boston? Sometimes. I loved it there. But its part of the past. Life moves on and you have to go with the flow. I've really, really good friends there but we're still part of each other's lives. Bernie, Gina, Diane, MaryBeth, Joan, Gail.....we're still close and I love you dearly.
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