Endings are generally sad occasions... the end of August... the end of summer holidays... the end of summer... all made me sad this year. August was filled with family visits, much laughter, gigantic green trees that kept our house pleasantly cool, and seafood so amazingly fresh you'd swear it jumped out of the Atlantic onto your plate. Summer holidays meant doing things like tourists, even if it was only in our still fantastic hometown of Toronto... double decker bus tours... dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe... shopping in the Eaton Center. And summer itself... yes it was hot here in Tirana- over 40 celsius almost every single day since the beginning of June- but the end of summer means the beginning of winter, and with winter we'll have many cold days and nights and even less electricity available. Not something to look forward to.
Yes, I'm back in Albania. I arrived last night after a very long journey home. There were several times on the flights when I swallowed my tears and talked myself out of the overwhelming sense of sadness. Somewhere over the Atlantic my sad feelings slowly changed into feelings of excitement as I began to plan this next season of my life. I have a few new challenges on my plate, and new things to learn. And I'm once again with the love of my life, Peter, and my adorable little dog Coco. All of life is a search for home, a place to belong. I am certainly blessed with feeling at home in three places on this planet- Toronto; the Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia; and right here in a darkened suburb of Tirana, Albania. Yes, blessed beyond measure, and for this I am grateful.