We leave for Europe after tomorrow and I can't believe how quickly it came. All the feelings of last years trip to Europe come flooding into me causing me to feel a strong sense of nostalgia.
The way the air smelt fresh and clean as we drove from the airport in Croatia to my grandmothers house on an island. The blooming flowers and bushes bursting with colour. It was only the beginning of spring in Canada but in Europe it felt like it was half way through summer.
Europe has become like a second home for me. It's the place I can live without feeling home sick. It feels like my life but partly some kind of dream.
I'm getting excited now. Packing my things thinking about how we explored the ruins of Pompei in one afternoon. The romantic moments in Rome. The way we lived with our friend Angela as three new Parisians for three nights in Paris. The way I fell in love with Italy. The utopian mountains of Switzerland. This travel thing has become some kind of addiction.
Here in Canada spring has begun. The tree's have gone from bare to bursting with pinks, whites and greens. My lilacs are beginning to bloom and bumblebee's invade our back yard. It rains a bit it shines a bit. It's cooler one day and hot the next.
I beg 'A' to take me to this Magnolia tree that blooms beautifully every year at an old grave yard. I want to take some pictures for my barrette line. It is raining and the over cast light falls beautifully on the old stone graves.
We see an little old woman sitting quietly under a tree. A blanket on her knees and a hot tea mug in her hands. I wonder why she is alone at the grave yard. Maybe she is there for the tranquil peace and quiet such a place offers or maybe she is there to visit a loved one. 'A' greets her happily and say's " It's a beautiful day" I smile and chuckle a bit because it's raining and it's actually quite a gloomy day. He goes on to say "well except for the rain". The woman says hello and smiles.
Day's later I find myself not really knowing what to do. I will have packing to do. I need to figure out some of my photographing plans for Europe. 'A' is away in California and I am at home just waiting the day's out.
My sister picks me up to visit my cousin and her children who are staying at our grandparents house. My cousin lives in Florida and I haven't seen her for many years.
I watch as the children play in the house that I grew up in. I watch as they play in the all the spaces I used to. Especially in the yard. I remembered it being much bigger in my mind. Though I visit my grandparents quite often and I do feel nostalgic on my own there is just something about seeing the children play in that space.
We used to play with all of our cousins and neighbourhood friends in that same space. I remember my yard being huge. The biggest on the block. The house with the swing set and the garden and the wooden porch that we would pretend was a sinking ship.
The driveway that stretched further and further. The one I aimlessly rode my bike up and down and roller bladed until the moon rose. I just couldn't help but feel so awfully old.
Afterwards I asked my sister if she wanted to take some pictures at the park with the blossoms. It was the last chance I would have to photograph the blooms this year. So I shot some family portraits for her then took some pictures of Juby.
I will be seeing my sisters family in whilst we are in London this June. We have planned adventures to lush gardens and lavender fields. We have planned to visit castles and the sea side. I will have so many photographs to share and a bursting with excitement.
Goodbye Canada. The next post I make I will already be neck deep and basking in the European life.