homesick

andrea, one of my very good friends, just rang my mobile with a really funny story. turns out that someone they've been chatting with fairly regularly is calvin's dad -- they've never made the connection. i'm trying to figure out how they didn't know. the two of them look so much alike it's crazy... but this whole thing totally speaks to mike b.'s thoughts on connections.

starts me feeling a little maudlin though. homesick, really. strange to think that you can be homesick for a place you hated so much. i miss hanging out with jp & andrea; having good dinners and watching tv; drinking tea or wine and talking and talking and talking... i miss monte and darren; i miss walking to value village, and shopping at the little italian market; i miss hanging out at the track talking with sandra and travis and yelling at calvin as he runs past; i miss sitting at the uni watching the world go by; i miss cooking dinners in my kitchen and looking out the window watching calvin run across the road, and drinking chai and eating fresh baking with him in the evenings while the snow falls outside; i miss lying in my bed on sunday mornings reading the paper and drinking coffee...

i guess it's what i've been talking about for a while now. i just miss feeling connected to people, you know? i don't have a home, here, i have a place where i sleep. i only have one or two people i can call friends, rather than acquaintances.

granted.. i'm fully 'getting my period' moody... but this is something i've been thinking about for a while.