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2012: End Of The World As I Know It

So as most of you are probably aware for the last 3 years or so my mom has been trying to sell our house down in Okanagan Centre. We’ve had plenty of showings, a few offers including one we accepted, but fell through as they couldn’t sell their place, which was one of the subjects on the deal, and my mom was tired of extending it. But now it looks like sit’s finally sold.  Early this month/late in March, a couple, who had seen the house in the fall and really liked it, but it wasn’t a good time for them, came back.

For the first 3 months of this year my mom and I started doing some updates on the house, stripping wallpaper, painting rooms and the ceiling, stripping out carpet and having new carpet and flooring installed. Fortunately, the people liked what we had done, after a little bit of worrying that they’d go “Oh, we liked how it was before’, we reached a deal

I don’t remember the place my parent’s rented out in the Mission where I was brought home to, nor living with my grand-parents up on the Rutland bench, while Dad (with help from friend’s and family) built this house. So it’s fitting that this is where he took his last breath. For me, my life began December 28th, 1993 my third birthday and 2 days after we had moved in, as that party my mom manged to get together is my first real memory, though it is admittedly somewhat fuzzy as memory doesn’t really develop until the age of 5, or so the doctors say.

The house has never been perfect, I’ve always been reluctant to have people over because it’s kind-of small, since we never got further than pouring the footings for the addition which had always been planned. But it’s literally a two-minute walk down to the lake, the view is hard to beat.

Born and raised in the Okanagan, this has been and always will be, my home.But I’ve been getting almost restless stuck, and am really feeling like it’s time to make some new memories and explore the world and myself more. Thats why I looked into going to Australia for Law School and am hoping to go to Queen’s or somewhere out east, so Chai and I can get a new start. 2012 will be a year of change for me, which is one of the reasons I wanted on the trip to Romania. I should hopefully finally have a new job, new place to live, and one last year of school here to go.

This has been a little bit, of a rough blog, not entirely happy with it, but hey, I’m still keeping my resolution of at least one blog a month, a quarter through the year. I didn’t need that Mass Effect 3 or Cabin in the Woods review after all.


In Memoriandum: Jack Layton 1950 – 2011

“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.” -Jack Layton

Funny enough I didn’t check the news or Facebook as I normally do in the morning, as If I somehow new that one of the days I had feared had come to pass: Jack Layton had lost his second round of his battle with cancer. Somewhat interestingly my own father passed at 5:55am August 23, 2008 at age 57, where as Jack crossed over at 4:45(est) August 22nd at 61.

Whether you agree with his politics, as I do, or not, People have admired Jack’s dedication to social justice, health care, the environment, and our disadvantaged citizens. Despite his father having being part of the Mulroney Conservative government, a grandfather who was a minister in Dupelessis’ Union Nationale, Jack forged his own path in municipal and federal politics. Such was his vision for Canada and force of personality, that even with a cane recovering from prostate cancer and hip surgery, hes force of will and vision for Canada captured the hearts and minds of millions of Canadians across this great country and especially in Quebec. Jack virtually single-handedly propelled the Orange Wave and over doubled our seat count. The fact that he was mere steps away from seizing the apex of any politician’s dreams, and had accomplished something deemed almost impossible by the media and most of the citizenry, makes this story even more of a tragedy than most other deaths.

Due to a communication mishap I missed my chance to see Jack live. Yet despite this thespian like media presence, Jack’s integrity, personality and care for humanity, always shone there, he seemed  someone you could sit and have a beer or coffee with, a remarkable feat in politics. In fact he is the only politician I can think of who is mostly refered to by his first name.  He was always first or 2nd in leadership polls, no matter where the New Democratic party was itself. As for my own ambitions I can only hope to fit half the mold Jack did. And in that final press conference as Jack looked not at all unlike my father in his last month or weeks of life, we and felt pain

No matter how expected it is, it is always difficult to lose a father, husband and friend, so to Olivia Chow, Jack’s children and friends, I say though our grief is but a fraction of your own, all Canadians, New Democrats or otherwise, stand together if you in this time of mourning and loss and send our deepest condolences.

As for the NDP,  to be cliché it is always darkest before the dawn. To have such a devastating loss after finally reaching a spot of prominence is disheartening, but we must embody Jack’s optimism and fighting spirit and hold our heads high and continue our march forward. Jack has left us with a great foundation and golden opportunity. Whoever our new leader may be, Mulcair, Davies, Turmel, Julian, or someone else, may never be Jack, and his large shoes to fill, but we must support them and belief that we can finish his legacy and fulfill his dream of a  New Democratic Prime Minister of Canada, with a fairer and even greater country.

“Young people have been a great source of inspiration for me. I have met and talked with so many of you about your dreams, your frustrations, and your ideas for change. … I believe in you. Your energy, your vision, your passion for justice are exactly what this country needs today. You need to be at the heart of our economy, our political life, and our plans for the present and the future.” – Jack Layton

Pensieve

I Remember my first trip into the Wizarding World, Mrs. Botrill my grade 3 teacher read us Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and I was hooked.

I Remember getting the boxed set of the first 3 books for Christmas that year. I managed to get my mom and even my dad, who wasn’t a big reader, into them and we’d read a chapter or two… or 3… out loud to each other every night.

I Remember being one of the first kids at Davidson Road dressed up as Harry Potter for Halloween, the next year everyone was.

I Remember growing up with Daniel, Emma and Rupert, or Harry, Hermione and Ron as they will be known for the rest of their lives.

I Remember seeing the first few movies for Eric Geen’s birthday, and being so bitterly disappointed one year when a snowstorm cancelled it

I Remember finding Fanfiction and after wading through the Oceans of trash, Mary-Sues, and Harry/Draco slash fics, find some real gems. Because Harry and Hermion need to be together no matter what JK Rowling says.

I Remember driving down with my Parents to Las Vegas, Goblet of Fire had just come out and I couldn’t wait as we read it together so I read the car. I can’t remember how many times I got carsick. But it was worth it.

I Remember never missing a movie in Theatre, no matter if I was home or in Oregon

I Remember one time when mom was away, but my dad had his friend Robert over for a few nights, and we drove to chapters for the Midnight release of Book 5 or 6

I Remember going to my one and only midnight movie showing

I Remember my heartbreak over Dumbledore and Sirius’ deaths

I Remember before he was Edward Cullen he was Cedric Diggory

I Remember Rosie O’Donnell being upset about Harry Potter only casting Brits since she wanted to be Mrs. Weasley

I Remember how Bittersweet the release of the Deathly Hallows book was

I Remember never playing any of the Lego Harry potter games, but I did buy some of the actual sets.

I Remember correctly predicting that Harry was a Horcrux and needed to die in the seventh book.

I Remember good times chatting with people around the world on Harry Potter forums

I Remember wondering if Sir Ian McKellan (would’ve been ironic) or Sir Christopher Lee would’ve replaced Dumbledore

I Remember competing in a Harry Potter trivia contest against other schools from the district.

I Remember the literary anthem of our generation

I Remember how I felt at the end of an era.

EXPECTO PATRONUM