![]() ![]() The group of friends I made immediately when joining IWC is still tight, but we are growing, shifting and not leaning on each other quite so much as we did.I also am trying to get to more of the photography sessions, but THAT doesn’t work so often, either. I don’t go on the IWC walks quite so often, but am trying to be busier with my writing. I am still painting, although we have not started the tango group we planned.I think I may have mentioned that already). Now she is looking at colleges.and counting down the time until she gets to leave Bermuda for good (heh. She took these tests called GCSEs (IGCSEs, I being for International) and got A*, As and maybe one B? Amazing her school, btw. The wind during the winter is wild…we have gale forces often, and I’ve taken to calling our apartment Wuthering Heights.I made my first ever paper kite from scratch (well, maybe I made one from newsprint way back when, but this was fun…True Bermuda design.) It was too windy to fly it. Good Friday is cool here–kite flying galore.Then some old timer taxi driver put me and my mom into his car and got us home. Next time you drive by, check out the crack. The corner of Point Finger Road and South Shore is forever linked with the scene of where a Bermuda bus, carrying me, my mom and so many others, took the turn onto South Shore a wee bit too wide and plowed into the corner of a big old stone wall.And now the Crystal Cave parking lot is forever linked with the scene of my scooter’s demise. As she puts it, for 3 1/2 minutes, it was AWESOME. Right when I was giving my niece a ride back from the airport. I think if it took that to keep her from getting too cocky? I’m fine with that. It truly WAS just a low speed fender bender, but she was quite shaken. She came home, had a funny look on her face, then burst into tears. ED got her scooter license and had a fender bender in the first week or so.She got through the fall and is, quite literally, counting down the months until she can shake the pink sand from her feet. At one point, I thought I would join EH on a business trip, but then I got cold feet…I didn’t feel I could leave her (of course, she perked up, and then when she heard I’d been considering going, she REALLY perked up and URGED me to go. ED has only two years left, and like before, she went in with a great attitude and within two weeks of starting, was begging to go back to the States. When I grow up, I am going to live near my family and all my best friends. ![]() It must be nice for families who get to keep a home in the States…but where we were living before moving here, no family was nearby, and at this point, I am eager to see family and just a few friends…and we are scattered. Then when it came time to come back to Bermuda? I didn’t want to come. And as it approached, I didn’t want to go for so long. ![]()
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