Every now and then, I have a moment where I realize that I might stay in this city forever, and it freaks me out a little bit. Until university, I lived my entire life in one house, in one city, but once I started my internships, I haven’t lived anywhere longer than
a year and a half a year. (It’s a technicality: I lived in Lloydminster for a year and a half, but lived in two different apartments, for six months and a year respectively.)
I’ve done it enough times at this point, moving isn’t a big deal anymore. But even though I’ve now lived in one city and one apartment for nearly 19 months, moving is still very much on my mind, in the sense that each time I acquire something, I think, “How am I going to move that?” “Will I move that, or will I leave it behind or replace it?” Continue reading
It’s easy to forget that Buddy Holly was only 22 when he died. Listen to his records, research his success, and, by today’s standards, the fact that he was married — he accomplished a lot in a short time.
I’ve been in love with Buddy Holly since a junior high English project based on S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders, and I was sure that 22 for me was going to be a memorable year. It was, for lots of reasons — over the course of 21 months, I graduated university and left my hometown for good, I let someone walk out of my life who should have left a long time ago, I met three amazing people who “forced” me to be their friend but for that I’m very grateful, I found a passion within my industry (which I already loved in general, but discovering that I can and will defend digital media — creating things that newsprint can’t do — has opened some doors for me), and I lost two people who I still miss every day. Continue reading