Today's Three Takeaways
Appreciate the proximity of your family and friends, they may not always be right down the road.
Drinking in a shed and watching hockey is the most Canadian way to drink beer.
I’ve got a lot of thinking to do about what comes next.
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Joel's Journal - Entry #46 - 16/12/2016
I brought a lot of things back with me when I returned from Alberta to start working at The Express.
Along with a car full of my possessions, a tiny car I will add, I also brought along a series of life lessons, some of them great, some of them a little harder to swallow. I also brought back an appreciation for family.
Living in northern Alberta, as I’ve written about before (read more here and here), the closest I was to another human being who knew my face was a four hour drive. I made the trek to Calgary multiple times to fight off the loneliness of living along in a small town, but during Alberta winters, the drive is a perilous one.
Now that I’m back in Ontario, and my family is less than two hours away (not accounting for 401 traffic here, I don’t like to think about it more than I have to) it’s simply awesome.
This weekend, with M working and having plans with some friends, Friday afternoon I realized I had entire stretch of a two days with no plans and no work. So naturally, I packed my duffel and hopped in the car: destination Kitchener.
So, after a long and congested drive through Toronto, I arrived at home to a barking dog, a cold beer and a kitchen that was overrun with Christmas baking. Fresh sugar cookies had just come out of the oven, so naturally I had 16 of them.
After a catch-up with the family, I headed over to my buddy Mike’s place and drank more than a couple beers in The Shed. As a sidebar, The Shed is a place of legendary status, and is essentially a man-cave in the backyard of Mike’s neighbour. The place is insulated, heated, and complete with two widescreen TVs, and even wifi. So, not really a shed at all, but you get the picture.
It was a great night, nothing too exciting, just great conversation with great people over beers. It’s these types of things I took for granted when I moved out west.
And now that things are slowly starting to shift again, as I’ve said, I’m starting to really think about what’s going to happen next. M and I have talked about it a lot, and as much as a part of me eventually wants a change of scenery, it would be a hard to leave my family and friends behind again, especially if that move takes me to the other side of the world.
Anyways, I’m going to cut this one short and go work on the novel, and finish up a Reporter’s Notebook post I’m hoping to have up shortly. In the meantime…
Thanks for reading,