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The soundtrack to this post is "Boots or Hearts" by The Tragically Hip, a song I hadn't heard in years until I heard it on the radio during my drive to the mountains yesterday.
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Apr. 6th, 2011
Leaving the family
Apr. 6th, 2011 10:44 pmI leave early tomorrow morning for my next port of call which means leaving the family. I never seem to have any problem doing this. In fact, I tend to get all stir crazy when I am around them.
This time I visited the family very early on in the trip. The last time I was here this was the last place on the itinerary. The previous time, I spent three weeks here and went nowhere else. It seems that the amount of time I spend with my family goes down every time. Now I have a whole bunch of places and people to look forward to without living in the house I grew up in and feeling less like a grown man.
The other day my mum asked me what I was going to do that day and I immediately bristled a bit because she was intruding on my space. The same thing happens when they visit me.
While I've been having my career angst I have thought about the prospect of coming back to Canada for work purposes. That's most of the reason I'm going to Ottawa tomorrow. But at the moment the idea of coming back for family reasons is pretty distant. My father did the same thing. He left Australia in the early 70s and has never gone back. If one of my parents became terminally ill over a long period of time, would I return to Canada? Honestly, I don't think so. A bit of me feels like an awful son when I think that.
This time I visited the family very early on in the trip. The last time I was here this was the last place on the itinerary. The previous time, I spent three weeks here and went nowhere else. It seems that the amount of time I spend with my family goes down every time. Now I have a whole bunch of places and people to look forward to without living in the house I grew up in and feeling less like a grown man.
The other day my mum asked me what I was going to do that day and I immediately bristled a bit because she was intruding on my space. The same thing happens when they visit me.
While I've been having my career angst I have thought about the prospect of coming back to Canada for work purposes. That's most of the reason I'm going to Ottawa tomorrow. But at the moment the idea of coming back for family reasons is pretty distant. My father did the same thing. He left Australia in the early 70s and has never gone back. If one of my parents became terminally ill over a long period of time, would I return to Canada? Honestly, I don't think so. A bit of me feels like an awful son when I think that.