So yesterday about five minutes before class ended I had a thought. I would rush home after class, pack my bags and jump on a train to be home for Thanksgiving. I never thought that all the trains would be booked. After a short research stint on my phone I texted my mum and she figured out all the trains were booked.
To add insult to injury I had to get my blood tested yesterday. My veins are pretty small, I found out in the hospital. Ivs are detestable. At Lifelabs in Cambridge, that hasn't been a problem. The nurse here couldn't find my vein so where did she stick the needle in me? In my hand. I've got a faint bruise to prove it.
As I travelled home, I was pretty bummed out, and soon after I got home, two of my roomates left for their own Thanksgiving celebrations.
I am not spending Thanksgiving alone however, My roomates Amy and Damris are staying too. On monday we are having the boys over forpumpkin pie and apple pie, of traditional Canadian Thanksgiving fare. My mother is also giving me money to cover a chicken for us girls and I will also be making mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes! I don't have a recipe for candied yams though. My only recipe for sweet potatoes is sweet potato fries. My favourite.
Today, while I am not with my family, I am not upset because I am going to Value Village and Amy and I went to the Jean Talon market this morning. I even showed her the chocolate store with the most beautiful chocolates in the world!
This weekend is a time for me to get my work done and get some shopping.
I've also received an interesting offer that relates to my new play idea. It opens me up to new opportunities and I believe that this project has at least a little bit of God's anointing.
I also wrote a poem last night.
I was frustrated about not being able to go and I felt like my mind was restless and angy and disappointed. I believed I couldn't possibly do any of the reflection journalling for my DTS as my mother suggested. I wanted to get out and do something but felt I could not do so. I stopped my pacing, sat down and wrote a poem about some of my emotions that have been drifting to the surface. I like it and it put my mind at ease.
I sometimes feel the need to emotionally vomit, and rather then get my feelings all over someones shoes, I grab a pen and paper, or more often, my computer.
Sometimes it even produces works of art.
Well, see you on the other side of pie, friends Have a good weekend.
Hannah
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