On Missing...

... a lot of things.

I miss things here in Canada, and I haven't left it yet again. Gabriel is playing in front of me, and I miss him. He's right in front of me, looking adorable and playful, and yet I miss him because I know I will have to leave him again. I wish I could bring him with me, because he's my little man. I miss the carefree days of last summer. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss the old me.

I miss England, and the life I have built there too. I miss people. I miss a person. I miss the city. I miss bright sunny mornings, as I walk to where my ride picks me up. I miss riding the bus into the centre on a Saturday afternoon, and walking down the ancient cobblestone roads as hundreds of pedestrians mill around me, taking in the beauty that is Cambridge. I miss walking into the Co-op, after a long day at work, and buying a cheap (yet tasty) bottle of white wine. I miss the smell of stale beer soaked into the carpet; the same smell in any pub across the country. I miss what is and what could be.

There are a lot of things that I miss these days; things that are in front of me now and things that are not. It seems as if it's a battle between the past and the present, with the future shining ahead. What path am I going to take? That's a good question.

The answer is to take a leap of faith. I'm going to do what I think is the right thing, and pour my heart and soul into it. It may blow up in my face, but at least I will know I've tried.

Are you ready? Someone better catch me!