the trouble with al.

9 Nov

the last few weeks in india were some of the best, as it often goes when one chapter of your life comes to a quick and dirty close. the americans said: “al,  you are going out with a bang!”

so, there was copious amounts of shopping, chilled chardy (champers, pinot and sauv blanc oh my!), high heeled shoes at inappropriate times, tacky 90’s tv, un-inhibited dancing in public places, street food and other such poor life choices that may or may not have involved flavoured vodka. and tequilla. and whiskey.

whiskey? sweet baby jesus. well, there you have it folks….bang.

and the funny thing about all of this coming-to-a-close stuff, is that when things have finally closed, you remember these ‘bang up’ times and not the times you were walking around with shit on your foot from stepping in a sewer during a black out.


so, as much as i didn’t think it would happen, i am sitting here today watching the last few leaves fall from the trees outside, and wishing i could get a nice moist hug from calcutta’s unreasonably hot-air climate.

you know, the climate that i bitched about for 7 months. yep, that one.

nostalgia aside, india feels like a dream now that i’m back to everything oh-so-familiar. and besides trying to figure out how to process my experiences for a canadian context, i can’t help but continually think “heyyyyyyyy, so what’s next?”

and really, i  have no f*&king idea. which is not a great thing, let’s be real with each other here.

(no idea, that is, unless we’re talking short term. because i can pretty much guarantee you of a few things i will be enjoying later…things which i figure that after several months together you can probs fill in the ‘ol blanks about.)

the way forward.

anyway,  i do know, that nothing seems quite as valuable or interesting as what i was doing just last week. and i do know that, even though i’m craving unadulterated normalcy, this thing inside that always pushes me to chase-the-crazy, won’t let normal define my choices for too long. which is really annoying.

and you see…this is the trouble with being me, al.


7 Responses to “the trouble with al.”

  1. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) November 9, 2011 at 1:53 pm #

    oh crap. here we go again?…….what’s wrong with making a baby al…(you looked SO GOOD with little sienna – a natural), take cooking classes with aab….get a job in the cityt and complain about the commute….you know, normal stuff……

  2. Hannah November 9, 2011 at 2:41 pm #

    Do not listen to anything that AAB says above. Go live life, be crazy and don’t make a baby for a few years. Okay? Thanks. Love you.

    Love the photo from France. That is a stellar GT moment :)

    • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) November 9, 2011 at 3:36 pm #


  3. DaddyO November 9, 2011 at 4:57 pm #

    Do you want DAD to build you a white picket fence around 243 Queen Street (or not)? India is still fresh; give yourself time to settle back in. Life is good, right?

    • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) November 9, 2011 at 5:34 pm #

      go daddy!

  4. auntie angie's sister November 10, 2011 at 7:16 am #

    Well that is the way it goes when you have been “away”. Your life isn’t normal and is different then the majority of people. You will always have the desire for something different, since this is what made you go “away” in the first place. After over 10 years of being back from “away” I still yearn for the excitement of living somewhere where everything is different, everyday. I yearned for that experience for years before I got it , and after 3 years of it and having enough, as soon as I got back I thought , hum that wasn’t so bad. Now I would take it back in a heartbeat.
    Real life can be boring BUT as we know that can be good as well. That little nugget will always tug at you, just a fact that you have to live with for the rest of your good life! Be happy in the moment, cause we can’t ask for anything more!


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