I Miss Alberta
I had a strange day today.
And by today I mean Tuesday, which of course, is not really today, rather it was three days ago. However, that’s not the point. The point is that I’m writing this now, not Tuesday, and for the sake of my first ever blog post, today was a strange day for me.
I walked out of the house, about to head to work. Now, I had no idea that today would be monumentally different than days past, and for the most part it wasn’t, but I should have heeded the warning of the cool air that rushed towards me when I opened the door. For whatever reason, beyond those I will never understand in the atmospheric jargon thrown at me each morning by my boys and girls on the Weather Network, this mid-August day was, believe it or not, bordering on “cold”.
The cool air was a pleasant and much welcomed feeling; a break in the otherwise sweltering summer we’ve been forced to endure up to point. You should also note that I consider any temperature above25 degrees and even one per cent humidity to be sweltering - just so we’re clear and we avoid confusion at all costs.
However, it wasn’t until I actually started driving that I realized what made the day different; it was the clouds. As odd as it may seem that the seemingly methodically scattered (talk about your oxymoron) white puffs that engulfed the baby blue sky would warrant a wave of memories to pour over me may be, it was the clouds that shaped the overall feeling of the day.
I was intrigued by this overwhelming moment that I decided to give it more thought than it probably deserved. None the less, there I was, hands on the wheel, country music in the background (also paying a contribution I’m sure) thinking about days past. I’ve done, up to this point, what I think has been a pretty spectacular job of leaving the past behind me, but on this day, it all came rushing back; wave after wave of nostalgia filling my every thought.
I thought of my care-free existence as an adolescent, playing ball both on the diamond and copious amounts of Little League tournaments on the original Nintendo. I thought of those who are still in the town I call “home” and what they are up to. I know most of them haven’t left, or if they have, they’ve only made the short trip to Edmonton, and that’s perfectly alright. I think there’s a romance in growing up and subsequently old in the same environment. But at the same time, I feel fortunate for the experiences I’ve had since moving to New Jersey and back to Ontario. I know I can’t go back, but somewhere, buried in the depths of thoughts, I wish I could.
Either way, I spent the day thinking about Alberta; the place, the people, the memories. There was a sense of clairty in the clouds that day. A sense of wonder and awe (as only clouds can do) and a sense of, well, I guess freedom. As much as I revert back to that particular day in mid-August, I still can’t put my finger on the overall reasoning behind the feelings that consumed me that. When all is said and done though, I guess it’s kind of nice to experience the type of escape that I did, if only for a quick jaunt to the workplace.
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