Did anyone else make chocolate sludge as a kid using Nestle Quik out of the tin? Pictured below was the mug I used for it. I’d fill it 3/4 with the chocolate powder and add a thin layer of milk to the top and then mix it and eat the sludge with a spoon. I loved it!
Tonight while visiting my hometown (Cambridge), I went through the remainder of my things that Jolene and Omar were kind enough to hold for me when I moved from a townhouse to a living room.
This was one of the things I found. I won’t be keeping it so this photo will be my keepsake.
I now have 6 boxes that will be donated tomorrow. It’s interesting to see what I chose to keep back when I packed my place in December. I didn’t know what I was doing and so many of the things weren’t mine. They were my mother’s.
But looking through everything again was refreshing. I realized I did pretty damn well under the circumstances.
The things that remain here are things I really don’t have space for until I have my own place. And there are lots of my mom’s antiques. I kept all my favourite pieces and it was so nice to see them again.
The sweet thing about returning home is that many of my friends have things of mine so I feel like a part of me and my old life is still carrying on here.
Bobbi has my mom’s couch. Melanie has my previous couch - a gorgeous antique set - as well as my mom’s antique table and rocking chair and crystal pieces and so many other treasures. Michelle has oodles of my mom’s antiques. Kyle does as well. Trisha has my kitchen table. Kimmy has my dad’s bedroom set. Jolene and Omar were given the most amount of things for all the help they offered. And many other friends came to my home before I moved to see if there was anything for them to rehome.
I like seeing and knowing my things are spread around the region. That my beloveds have reminders of me in physical form.
And I like no longer having those things in my life. As hard as it was to go through so many items and decide what to do with every single one of them within a short period of time, the pay off was incredible.
When I look at what remains of my old life - now in boxes in someone else’s basement, I don’t feel overwhelmed or sad. I feel grateful for where each thing and each decision has brought me.
I was brought to Montreal by the me of last year despite how much I didn’t want to move at first, and also with the help of my community.
Being back home reminds me of that. It reminds me of how loved and supported I am. It reminds me that my crew will always be there for me. I didn’t make that move alone. I had so many love beams carrying me through that journey from Cambridge to Montreal.
The same love beams have been carrying me around during my current visit.
The fact that I magically got from friend to friend and place to place with all my things without a hitch over the past few days is a testament to the quality of my friendships and the generosity of my friends.
As plans changed they changed their plans so that I wasn’t stuck anywhere and I got to each place on time. Everything unfolded beautifully every step of the way and I’m so grateful for that. I could not have seen everyone I wanted to see without my crew getting me where I needed to be, so thank you to everyone who was part of this weekend. My biggest thanks goes to Sheena for too many things to list!
I head back to my other home once I wake up, and I’ll be returning to my beautiful city with such a full and happy heart.