Lasts

Today, I went to the “last” sunday brunch with Tom, Tracey, and others. I am quickly counting down my “lasts” with the way my life currently is.

In many ways it is strange, as I know I’ll be back to visit and have opportunities to be part of the things I’ve had while I’m here, but I guess you never really appreciate things enough until they are gone.

I have become very accustomed to doing certain things when I’m in town. Friday is working from Patty Bolands with Tom, and Sunday is eating brunch with Tom, Tracey and their other friends.

I am looking around my apartment, and while I’ve never been happy with this place, I was happy with being neighbours to one of my best friends. I felt sometimes that I was leaning on him too much, but I was always welcomed to his home, events, and his possessions.

I lived in a nice, accessible location, with easy access to the life blood of Ottawa.

I had it pretty good here, and there is going to be plenty for me to miss as I wrap up my time here. I don’t know where I’ll end up, but Ottawa has always and will continue to hold a special place in my heart, and even more so after this experience.

I owe a great deal to Barry, who helped me move in, and Tom and Tracey who invited me into their lives. Without them, and of course rocketgenius, I wouldn’t have had such a successful 2012.

I am looking forward to seeing what life holds for me next, but I know that nothing I do this week will be the last time for anything.

3 responses to “Lasts”

  1. Good post David. You know the old saying “When one door closes, another opens”. I’m sure great opportunities for you are just around the corner…until then, keeping writing…I enjoy hearing how things are going for you.

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