Comfort

There's nothing like a scandal, real or not, to get people talking. Six comments on my last blog post! :)

People ask me how I'm adjusting to my move to Mission and I think I'm doing comfortably well. Occasionally, I miss Malaysian cuisine, Chapters, and Jacob Clothing, but I'm managing and can save up cravings for those things to make my Greater Vancouver visits extra special. Images of familiar streets and intersections mentioned in the traffic report on the radio pop up in my head. Knowing where North, South, East, and West is a thing of the past now. Of course, I miss my family. I don't think I will ever adjust to living away from my mom, dad, and sister. Apparently, they aren't adjusting well to my move either. My sister says that my dad talks about me like I had died.

I'm moderately neurotic about familiar things, so fortunately, there are things here in Mission that are becoming very familiar to me. For example, I no longer have to rethink which switch turns out which light in my house...at least, most of them. I have a favourite route I take to work and usually make lane changes at the same places. There's even a truck I almost always see when I'm on my way to work; I recognize it by its four fog lights that are hooked up in a row on its bumper. I actually get disappointed if I don't see the truck. I feel like Ralph Wiggum when he amused himself by playing with the flag on the mailbox and looked crestfallen whenever he put the flag down.

But, of course, the best thing about living in Mission is being with D every day. Well, except for next, next week when he goes to Vancouver for a whole week on training. But, other than that, we are together every day.

A neurotic like me loves the fact that there is always a constant I can rely on: in my case, it's God. That is the greatest comfort of all.