A little homesick. Missing my Vancouver family. And just so sick of not-nice people and their not-nice ways.

Today made me:

Want to go home to Ireland to see my mum.
Want to call my best friends and tell them I missed them.
Want to tell the not-nice people in my life how great it would be if I never had to see them again. Wheee.

Today stole my happy feelings and I wish it would give them back.

Tomorrow, I’ll give you a shot.


Cup of kindness

‘You must choose someone who already loves you…’ Isn’t that beautiful? Wisdom on a Starbucks cup, who could believe such a thing?


We fall so we learn to pick ourselves back up

Phone calls to family are always fun. Or not.

My sister: ‘So you should just come back to Vancouver. Just come back’.

Me: ‘Yeah.’

Life is not without its complications. I’d hate to say that I should really just never have come back here, but it might be starting to look that way. London people were happier with me away and Vancouver people happier with me there, where am I going to be happiest?

Has this blog gotten a little too emo? Perhaps. My ex-flatmate in Yaletown emailed to say my room would be available in January again, that the cat missed me. Oh Comet, I miss you too. When I hear nice things like that, it wears away at my frayed London-defenses. Could be that I just need a holiday, it’s been since August that I haven’t been away. It doesn’t help that I have 3 projects launching in January and a hole in my life where close friends used to live. Possibly things in London just need to lighten up; lack of open spaces and office politics don’t make for an environment you can think clearly in.


“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy: They are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ”

Marcel Proust (1871 – 1922)

Moments of happiness and laughter with people who really make us  smile can be so few but so treasured that I don’t know why we spend any time or thoughts with people who make us unhappy. One of my resolutions for 2012, spend more of my efforts on the charming gardeners. And to be one myself.

If only…

The people next door smoke SO much weed.. After the week I’ve had, I’m tempted to grab a 6 pack, knock on the door and be like.. ‘hey, let’s get neighbourly’.

Would certainly be a change, usually my only vices are booze and boys.