I would have liked to go home this weekend, would have liked to walk the shores of my home for a day or so. The shock of homesickness ripped through me yesterday; the combination of rereading the Earthsea books, and the ocean in the air at UBC…the way the Inlet reflected the light yesterday when it was still…the view off Point Grey, the way the world drops off from there…
It has been five weeks since I have been home…too long, but it’s flown by. I am, forever and ever, unhappy to be more than a few hours from Victoria. I am only happy when I know I can go find the solace and solidity of the unchanging corners of Oak Bay. I have to go home sometimes, because the colors seem, to me, different than they do anywhere else.
(it’s the shape of the Straits and the islands in my corner of the Archipelago)
Unfortunately, today, non-option. My sister’s at the house, and still not speaking to me. And I will need the libraries on campus this weekend. And I have to work. Reality takes its precedence over fantasia…it’s a shame, because we start work on the Fair next weekend…and it’s all downhill from there. I won’t have a free weekend in the next three weeks.
AND the weather is cold and grey outside. Not the best day for a boat ride. Speaking of which…I think it’s time to go out in said weather, and find my way back to UBC.