Sometimes, the cure for what ails you is simple - go see a good friend. Wednesday, I drove to Scarborough to see A, have dinner with him and listen to his talk. The result - feeling much better. It's amazing how seeing one person can ground you, bring you back to your roots and make you realize what's important in life. Listening to A give his lecture, I sat there alternatively grinning and fighting back tears. Why? Because he hasn't changed. Regardless of how much admin stuff he's doing, higher level positions, etc, he's the same - engaging, energetic, passionate. He taught me about mineralogy, taught me to love the subject and taught me all I needed to know about doing research. And then some. Taught me about life in general. I could go on and on here, but it would be impossible for me to fully describe how I feel. The main point here is that being reminded of where you come from is a good thing. Reminded of who you really are by someone who means so much. It was just what the doctor ordered. A, you'll never know how much you mean to me, but I'm so happy you are a part of my life, and have been for 15 years.
Friday night, I got a call from one of the Truro boys, Steve, tearing a strip off me for not being in Winnipeg at CWSF. I made the choice not to go because of work, Rebel, and simply being completely traumatized by our own CWSF. It's taken me until now to recouperate from our Fair. It was stressful, and it took more out of me than I'll ever admit. But hearing Steve on the other end of the phone, it hit me how much I miss this group. How much I love them all. They are my life, represent a part of me which is good and, again, my roots. It is who I am. So between Steve and Andy this week, I feel a bit more whole than I did a week ago. I quickly booked a ticket to Winnipeg for Thursday and will spend the last portion of the week at the Fair, where I should be. At home with my friends.
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