“…writ in water”

4 hours of sleep

1 hour of commuting to work

8 hours of being at work

1 hour commuting home

Equals: a happy Ruth

Why?  Because I was able to finally have a nice talk with Anne last night.  I miss you so much Anne!

I am so glad we were able to talk and catch up last night.  It has been so long since I heard your voice.  I am so happy that you will be here soon and I have emailed you some information on high tea!  Yes, we will have high tea for sure this time!  The venue also looks very nice and looks like a place you and Su will enjoy. 

I took a quick glance at all of my past blogs to try and get back into the habit of blogging.  But it didn’t help at all.  It only served to bring back so many memories.  I remember writing about how much my 8 huge boxes cost to ship.  I remember the boxes sitting out in the middle of the living room for weeks.  I remember Su looking at my boxes and wondering how the hell she was going to ship all of her stuff home =)  I remember Victor and I trying to stuff the boxes in his car.  I remember how we drove the boxes barely a half a block down the street to the post office.  I remember how I had too many shoes and purses that made the boxes too heavy.  I remember I had to unpack 2 boxes and make another box just for the shoes and purses. I remember Su and Victor arguing about how I should get to the airport.  (Ahh… I miss the sibling-like bickering between you two.)  I remember so much!  I miss so much! And I only described just one grain of sand on a beach of memories. 

Life back in North America feels like living in a different dimension.  Not better, not worse, just different. The full-time job in Vancouver doesn’t differ much from the full-time job in Taiwan.  I’m still just as busy as ever, but at least I am able to go to bed with a clear conscience, a clear mind. 

I wonder how everyone is doing.  Not just people far away, but even those who are here with me in Vancouver.  I feel distant.  And I know it has mainly been my fault for letting my work take priority.  It would be nice to hear some familiar voices and see some familiar faces again.

I guess this blog didn’t really have any meaning or purpose.  (Yes Anne, I am still obsessed with meaning and purpose.)  But I am glad I took the time to write it anyway.