I vanished, I know, I know! A thousand, a million, an armada of apologies…it’s been, how does one say it? A whirlpool?
That doesn’t sound right.
The theme for the past three weeks is on the facet of one’s existential dilemma – careers! I clutched F.M. after they said their goodbye to their failed foreign correspondence craft. When I said my goodbye to Marketing, I opened the revolving doors to the vast world of that which I completely adore:
He’ll be on the next issue though, so watch out for his touch then. For now, I am feeling giddily overwhelmed every time I receive the daily dings of my countdown calendar screaming C A N A D A.
I haven’t mentioned, haven’t I? My whole family’s venturing off to the vast mainland of its Eastern Coast. My aunt is married to a preacher and they have two sons. One of them is immensely intelligent with dreams of becoming the first doctor in the family brood. The other son works in South East Asia as a financial consultant.
He’s never stopped thinking, hoping, praying, to return to his family. Someday, one day.
I can see it all though.
The tears roiling down my grandmother’s face when she sees her eldest daughter after twelve long years. The sisters reuniting in crescendoed shrieks as they fall together in a hugging heap. The cajoling and the reminiscing and the exchanges of pure, unadulterated adoration for each other.
I can never really stress the importance of family to me. And why Christmas really is the most wonderful time of the year for me. And the clan continues to grow and grow and grow!
My uncle, the preacher, he would say how blessed we are, how fortunate and privileged to have a family to call home.
And I’d echo it right back as I pass a kerchief to my grandma and a glass of water to my auntie. As I clamp my ears shut, my mouth straining in a wide smile as I watch the sisters laugh and harass each other in the only way they know how.
What a time.
What a time of our lives…