Second Round...

Well its about time that I say it. I'm moving off to Europe again... tomorrow actually. For all of those of you that knew, well good for you. For those of you that didn't: ta-da!

Its a really weird feeling because when I was flying back from the last time I was there I swore up and down that I would never go back to Europe and that my time in Canada was only temporary (two years is a pretty big temporary period, no?) And here I am now about to step across the Atlantic again and, looking back on my time here in Canada, a part of me really doesn't want to leave... Those few places and people that I grow to love I get attached to easily. It's hard to move when your comfortably situated.

But as much as I love my comfort, it only lasts so long before I find that it stifles me. The world keeps spinning, I've still got breath in my lungs, and what drifts apart assuredly returns. I won't be naive and say that this is another permanent "goodbye." Rather, it means that I'll see you again... someday.

Look out Switzerland!--here I come!

A Prayer

Lord, I pray that you grant me three virtues: to have my fill and never lack; to have the courage needed to be strong; and to have knowledge that I may better know those around me.

Yet, Lord, in your providence, keep me from three evils: having too much that I know not how hunger feels; being so strong that I forget what its like to be afraid; and knowing so much that I cease to love my fellow man.

Amen

Creepy

Well... don't you??

Random Quote

I like this one... despite not being utterly profound or catchy-as most maxims inevitably are-it hold true, nonetheless.

"Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a tempermental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals." - Samuel Ullman

Beware the Jabberwock, my son

...With teeth that bite and claws that grasp
Beware the Jub-jub tree and shun
The frumilious Bandersnatch.


And what else is there to say about that? I still cannot believe how old you are and how pretty! (see below pic) It seems like I've blinked and all of a sudden you've grown up on me. Writer... artist... musician... intellectual... body-builder... I have yet to meet another girl half as talented as you, or as intelligent. And yet, despite that, you still somehow manage to be cool and put up with my foolishness when I'm around you.

Who can ask for a better sister? I certainly can't.
Happy Birthday Teeny!! Hope this year turns out to be great for you!

(And yes... its very bizarre that your bloody 16!!)