being occupied
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Wed Dec 20 00 / 4:53 AM

I've been in Renfrew the past couple days, and this was the first time that the three of us had come together from being all apart. I don't know how my mom feels about it, really, but to me it seemed that for the past few months alone, she has been living in a house; and then we all came home.

Not quite the way it had always been, but right. The visit (what a harsh word to associate with home) was sadly hurried, and I could see the slowness in the movements of my mother and the pets. Never ever enough time. It moves so quickly for me at the best of it, and coming home again for another Christmas is a warning that it has moved even faster than I originally perceived.

This is the first Christmas season that I've had to work like this: every day up to and after. I like being busy, that is mostly why I signed on after all, but where have the days gone? They have turned into two minute conversations, lunch dates, and winning smiles to familiar faces. It's all in fun, I'd never give it up, but suddenly there are only five chocolate days until Christmas.

Thoughts to buy, things to do, people to love.



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Lisa Higgs
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