For the last few days I have been living in my parents house in Pointe-Claire and I am going to be there until the end of June. Although I went out there with some trepidation, it really isn't as bad as I originally thought it was going to be. Yes, I have to walk to the train and then take said train in but it actually gives me time to properly wake up in the morning and I always get a seat no matter what kind of train it is. (Double Decker versus Old School kind)
When the nice weather returns I will stop taking the bus home and just walk because who the hell wants to walk in the rain? The 204 seems to always pass five minutes after the train arrives at Valois and it's quite the temptress after a long day's work and you just want to get home.
Although I can't really go grocery shopping alone because it's too far to haul more than three bags I do have to choice to either take the 203 to Metro and bring a small list or I can go with someone from the family on Saturdays. Everyone's offered to take me and sometimes it's nice to have so many people who have care so close by. My brothers live like 5 and 7 minutes away each, my cousin Scott just bought a house a block away from me, my other cousin Laura lives 10 minutes away from me, my aunt is just down Belmont... I am pretty much surrounded by family now, which is nice but sometimes I long for a time when people couldn't just "drop by" unexpectedly. What can I say? I'm a solitary being and despite my mother's hopes that I may become a more social person I guess all I can say about that is that a leopard never loses its spots entirely despite its sometimes overbearing mother's best efforts. Or does it? I don't know if that was the right analogy or chronology or you know, whatever.
Anyhoo, this weekend I am going out with the cousins mentioned in the above paragraph as well as some more from the general area, you know, Pierrefonds and Beaconsfield and so on... I don't know where we're going but it's always fun being surrounded by Fitzpatricks... as long as you have a thick skin because they can sometimes have a pack mentality, you know what I mean? They've never got vicious with me but I have seen it happen and it's not for the faint hearted and I don't know why they've never attempted, perhaps it's because I have the ability to tune them out or maybe because I'm just too damned cute and short and it would be like attacking a five year old... Who knows? All I know is that I can stand up for myself, I not afraid of them plus my brother would hurt them... hurt them real bad if they ever turned on me. Oh wait. Now I know why they never attack. Duh. Michael can be intimidating when he's on the warpath.
So where was I? Moved to suburbia, check. Train and bus issues, check. Solitary loner being brainwashed into social butterfly, check. Cousins circling like a bunch of rabid dogs at the first scent of weakness, check.
Huh. I guess that's all for now.
Stay classy Seattle.
3 comments:
What the hell are they doing to you out there in the West Island??? Social butterfly ... where's Lyndy and what have you done to her?
I say if you can find something to be glad about in an unforseen complication, congratulations! This may not be your chosen situation, but you are making the best of it and appreciating what it has to offer for now. No harm in that.
Invisible Genius, I hang out with my cousins because they can be difficult and so on but it doesn't mean I don't like them. I mean, they're family.
Also, I'd like to think I have a firm grasp on my life and don't really need new friends, the ones I have are just fine.
Blogger_Naut, thanks for your comment, indeed I am truly trying to make the best of the situation and it's working out well for me, I have a busy social life on the West Island.
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