While we were away, attending my sister-in-law's wedding, there was one moment from that entire experience which resonated with me the most having now returned to my "normal" life. It was the night before the wedding. Another set of family members had arrived to find their awaiting accommodations in the cabin we all stayed at infested with ladybugs. In the chaos of trying to find them alternative accommodations, especially as the evening drew to a close with the final moments of preparation ...
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Pizza in the Rain Pt. III
Haven't read parts I or II? Click here to read before continuing on! I trembled as Justin pulled into the driveway. At last. Daniel burst out the doors and onto dry land without a second thought; Kevin glanced at us still in the front seats before following after him. They had the pizza. I sat still clutching my ginger beers before Justin nudged me again to get me to come inside. Reluctantly, I slunk out the vehicle and into the warm house where I hoped to bundle up and get cozy ...
Pizza in the Rain Pt. II
Check out the first part in this series here before reading! That Shabbat, I found Kevin during the oneg and asked him when would be a good time to come over that evening before heading downtown to go do whatever crazy, post-Shabbas stuff we felt like doing, especially since it was July and havdalah was excruciatingly late. He shrug, as usual, and said he didn't really care when. It was Shabbat after all. He added I could crash his study session with his roommate, Justin, and our other ...
Pizza in the Rain Pt. I
I know this week I should be publishing a book review, but as I announced last week there would be no blog post, I also mentioned I had a special edition two part series planned I wanted to share. That said, as the executive powers that be lie with, well...me, I have elected no book review shall be shared this week. Instead, I am going to share the story of how it all happened, of how my husband and I "met". (I say "met" because we were already friends for three years before we started ...
Won’t Look Back
I’ve been so excited to move into our new place, I never stopped to think about what I’d be leaving behind. This week it hit me I’d be leaving the apartment which was my most favourite place to lived since being on my own. I’ve made so many memories here. It seems a shame to leave them all behind. I know they’ll go with me, but there’s this part of me which wonders if I’ll leave a part of myself within these walls when I go, and if so, how will I get her back? Perhaps that’s my problem ...
