Uncertain times and self deprecation: time to blog?

I used to be a pretty hopeful person. Always dreaming of something better, always taking steps to get there. It was easy when I was younger. I could compartmentalize the bad stuff and focus on the good. I could sleep at night. Now, being thrust into adulthood, I’m finding it harder and harder to keep…

Boots: The Cat That Came to Be…and Broke His Hip

What would we name him? I was stuck on a human name like Frank or Gus. Matt suggested Boots. I said no. We named him Boots. I ended up loving the name. Everyone loves the name. First, for a kitten it’s fitting as in Puss in Boots. Second, he has four little white boots on his…

Preparing For Exchange: The Things I Didn’t Know

When I was picking universities, their exchange programs weighed heavily on my decision. My parents, my dad especially, were more comfortable with me moving away for post-secondary if it meant the opportunities for study abroad were vast and plenty. When the University of Western Ontario was my first pick, it was kind of theirs too…

Home

What is home when it’s all said and done? It’s the pitter-patter of feet Signalling that company is about to come. It’s the warmth that you feel Deep down in your soul. This comforting feeling Is how you know you’re home. Maybe it’s when arms hold you tight: When you can’t sleep, When you’re scared…

Gus: The Cat That Never Was

About two months ago we almost got a kitten. He was light grey with green eyes, fluffy fur and short little ears and small whiskers. The shelter had called him Goyle. After one visit, we named him Gus.  We were too late to adopt him that day because the shelter was closing. “Come back at…