Departure Day

Today’s the day that Shannon and I fly out to BC, yet instead of writing about our trip I suddenly felt inspired to write about friendship.

I consider myself exceptionally lucky because I can say that within my close circle of friends, a handful of them I’ve known since I can remember life itself. Shannon happens to be one of them; there’s also Lauren, Melissa, Abigail, Ana, Aleesha, Dominique and Cheryl. I’m not trying to make this a pissing contest to boast about my friends or to exclude anyone that I may not have named, but I can’t help but smile when I think of these girls.

Within the past month I’ve experienced both highs and lows in my life. A lot has happened, some of which I’d like to forget about but instead I’m choosing to use as lessons to be learned. Right now, however, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. Life is good. It might not all be sorted out just yet, but I can finally say that I have hope again and I’m feeling incredibly loved. Every single one of those girls named above have something to do with this. There’s also other reasons, but that’s yet to be written about 😉

I began packing for my trip just this morning, and while I was stuffing my duffel bag I thought back to a time that my parents took Shannon and I to a rental cottage in Northern Ontario. The cottage had these beige bean bag chairs that my mom used as a photo-op. She had Shannon and I pose with just our arms and legs sticking out from behind them. We looked like faceless Mr. Potato Heads. I suddenly felt inspired to search for that photo so I can share it with you guys as a sort of “ta-ta” post, however in the process I came across a slew of other photos from my childhood. Hence the urge to write about childhood and love.

Sometimes when everything else seems lost, your friends act as your beacons in the fog. I am grateful, thankful and blessed to have the friends that I do. I hope that each and every one of them knows this.

Alright, enough with the sappy shit. To celebrate our departure day, I thought I’d share some photos of Shannon and I over the years (I’m also going to be exposing the chubster that I was, but meh, what can you do).

Cheers to 25 years of friendship and one hell of a trip!

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