236 Sarsons Drive: an essay on Home

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I am poor at conveying verbally how I’m feeling. Stoic is a good word to describe me, I think, when it comes to emotions. If hormones are high—if people are crying, especially—I have a tendency to tense up and be unable to communicate. I don’t share how I’m feeling aloud. I can’t share how I’m feeling aloud. I think that’s one of the reasons I have such a hard time telling people I love them.

So let me write it, instead.

Despite all the hardships I have endured—and trust me, there are plenty—over the course of my twenty short years, I have only experienced heartfelt loss twice. Circumstances forced me to grow up faster than I wanted to, but even that couldn’t prepare me for the blow of loss. Continue reading

Halloween 2012

Happy post-Halloween, blogosphere! What did everyone do this year? Party hardy, trick-or-treat, dress up? I want to know!

Some of you may remember my Halloween post from last year, in which I explained the DVA treat trail and my very successful Amy Winehouse getup. This year, I was working on Halloween and thus once again participated in the dressing up and treat trail, and it was, oh, so fun.

In honour of one of my favourite movies, maybe not just of the year but of all time, the Hunger Games, I dressed up as the outrageous and colourful Effie Trinket!

And may the odds be ever in your favour.

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