Reflections on past autumns.

September 11th, 2011:

I’m happy. I’m busy. Forefront of my mind lately has been my upcoming wedding. Funny how I never thought of myself as one of those girls but here I am, obsessing about what shoes I’ll wear, what headpiece. All this for a very small wedding of twelve people (& a quarter– my 22 month old niece is to be the flower girl). Our plans are to be married by a marriage commissioner in a quick ceremony followed by going out for a nice dinner. Let me tell you, choosing to have a small wedding has had it’s own set of stressors: how to tell good friends and cherished family members that actually, no, you’re not invited; where exactly do you host the ceremony when every place seems to be designed for hundreds of guests?

But no complaints because remember this post?

September 15th, 2010:

I was trying to remain upbeat as I posted this entry but in reality last September was one of the hardest months of my life. I had just returned to Canada after two years in England. I’d left Cariad behind, friends behind, a life I had built and loved behind. Yes, I came home to family and friends but I was disoriented. I wasn’t ready to leave England, but the visa in my passport said I must. I came home penniless as I blew my money on travel so was back living with my mom. I wasn’t working yet, having just started the process of applying to work as a substitute teacher. There was a lot of moping around, hating life, missing what used to be. I feel sad and sick when I think of how I felt back then.

Not pretty and definitely not even a little bit fun.

September 15th, 2009:

I remember this day so clearly. I love London in autumn. Maybe because that’s when I moved there? Who knows? I used to say “Autumn was made for London.” The colours of falling leaves and the brick of old buildings… so beautiful.

That was the autumn I started dating Cariad. It was just so easy with him, he quickly became my best friend. The only word I can think of to describe how I felt is love.

September 11th, 2008:

Two days after my arrival in London I was already professing my love for my new home. I was so innocent then! I had no idea what life in the big city had in store for me. Because believe me there was just as much bad as there was good (having my heart broken by someone who means nothing to me now, my house being broken into, the stress of finding a new place to live, falling outs with friends and housemates, etc, etc.) But in retrospect, looking at the big picture, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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That’s my last few Septembers in a nutshell. Wonder where I’ll be next September?

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