I can’t believe it’s been over two months since my birthday.
You know what that means? Soon it’ll be Christmas!
My birthday is exactly halfway to the holidays and somehow I think that makes it even more special.
So two months later, I’m here to tell, and show you in pictures, how I celebrated my birthday with cake and macarons… (Marie Antoinette would be so proud!)
Also I wore a sweatshirt to work…. because it was my birthday and I could, plus it’s a nice sweatshirt.

I wasn’t supposed to be here this long; this is the longest I’ve lived in one place.
As much as I love it here I can’t deny the itchy-feet feeling, maybe it’s time to move on…

For the first time in a long while, I woke up wishing I was someplace else.
I miss the newness, the rush and anticipation of starting over.
Eight years is a very long time, it’s probably normal to feel this way, it’s like the seven year itch came a year late.

Outfit Details: Blazer – Joe Fresh, Blouse – Liberty of London for Target, Pants – Uniqlo, Shoes – Clarks

I’m not sure when this change came about; a year ago I was certain I wanted to live here forever.
It’s probably been bubbling up in me for a while, I’ve noticed that I’ve little envious of people who’ve moved away.

I watched Arcade Fire’s new interactive video plugging in old addresses; cool concept, nostalgia…

I want to feel nostalgic about this place too.

Summer perhaps unofficially ends today; I woke up to the sound of pelting rain.
I wore my galoshes, wrapped in my warmest scarf and with my sturdiest umbrella braved the downpour. It felt a little like coming home.
I’m a little sad that summer is ending, and a little disappointed in myself for the things I never got around to doing.

I could say there’s always next summer, but that’ll be like setting myself up to fail again.
It’s ok to have regrets; and that’s the lesson I keep learning over and over, more so this summer.
I learnt a few good lessons this summer, some from personal experience and some from other people’s experiences like how it’s generally not a good idea to accept diamonds from strangers.
The most important summer lesson I learnt is not to take summer for granted, because the rain returns soon enough.
It’s just like life, really.

I was browsing through rainy day pictures and decided to post these because I don’t look all that miserable in them – proof that maybe the rain isn’t all that bad after all.

Added these two below for good measure…

We took a short trip down south on Saturday.
We got stuck in a long wait at the border, which was a bit startling because I use the least used border crossing – the Aldergrove/Lynden border.

I haven’t used the Peace Arch crossing in years, so I’d gotten used to short waits (ten minutes at most) at the border.

On Saturday we waited for over an hour, it was nice and sunny, but there was no reprieve from the heat out there on the country road.
On a positive note; I had my camera, iPad and phone as distraction so the wait didn’t feel as long, except I really had to pee.

The ride through the farms is so beautiful and peaceful, and the bluest sky… oh my!

I just recently started crossing the border using my Enhanced Driver’s Licence even though I’ve had it for over a year.
It makes crossing the border a snap and I spend less time being interrogated than when I use a passport.

The plan was to make it back home in time for lunch, but that didn’t pan out.

We rushed through the usual locations but barely managed to be back home by dinner time.

Coming back, I shot a video of the farms on the way, I’ve always been fascinated by them.

The music is Mamadou Et Bineta by Meiwey, a beautiful song from his M20 album.

I stayed in bed all day, refusing to consider going outside.
“maame, where are you?” the messages said.
After several… I sent this;

“here’s where I’m at” Is my response.

“OMG! It does exist!” the next message said.