so, we're leaving. true, we still don't know when, although the where has become more concrete. mr. monkey came home last week and, in the middle of dinner, asked me if i wanted to hear the good news or the bad news first. my stomach immediately plummeted to the general toe vicinity, and, without thinking too much about it, i asked to hear the bad news* first. he chuckled and said he was just kidding, there was no bad news. after i managed to suppress the urge to throttle the monster, and after my stomach slowly and painfully crawled its way back up to its rightful place, i found out that we were going back to alberta, but not back to fort mcmurray.
it's astonishing how much of a sweetener that last bit can be. i suspect it could be used to take the edge off any number of atrocious news:
"i've just killed your mother with an axe... but on the upside, we're not moving to fort mcmurray!"
"i've cheated on you with both your brother and your best friend, but hey! we're not going to fort mcmurray!"
"the meteor is going to crash in 24 hours and there's no hope of survival for humanity! thank god, we're not in fort mcmurray!"
"i'm sorry: it's incurable, terminal and exceedingly painful, but at least you're not going to die in fort mcmurray."
and so, there it is. not long after that, i had lunch with g who asked me how i was taking the news. i'm taking it well. perhaps it was the 3 weeks spent back home with family, or the 3 weeks spent being charmed by one of the world's greatest infants, or the fact that edmonton has my favourite ethiopian place AND an amazing pizza joint AND anthropologie AND no provincial sales tax... well, you might say i'm lying to myself or trying to talk myself into a good place. first of all, even if that were the case - what's wrong with that? and second of all, no, i'm good. i'm genuinely happy to be going back home.
does that mean that i won't be sad to leave vancouver island? not a chance. the fact that last weekend we planted seedlings in the sunshine, wearing nothing but long sleeve t-shirts; the fact that buds are starting to thicken on some trees already; the fact that tulips are poking their way out of the earth and it's january, cannot be discounted. in fact, aside from the breathtaking beauty of this place, its main attraction is its short, mild winter. and, as i always say about edmonton: i love the river valley, i love the city, i love the restaurant scene and the music scene, in fact, i love it all... except for the dreary grey 7 months of winter, and not much can be done to change that.
so, my little poultries, here am i. on the cusp of change yet again and finally learning to embrace it. maybe it's just stockholm syndrome, but i think i'm getting used to all this moving around... provided we're not moving to fort mcmurray.
*i always ask to hear the bad news first. you?