Folks, can you believe that tonight marks the end of November? The end. Done. November 2009, good-bye. December 2009 is rolling into town at midnight tonight… DECEMBERRR!!! Which means January 2010 is coming. February will be bringing the Winter Olympics to Vancouver… which just blows my mind. When our city won the 2010 Olympic bid in 2003, I was a month shy of thirteen years old. Everybody was all excited about these amazing world events coming to Canada, coming to Vancouver. You know where my head was? It was up in the clouds:

“In Feburary 2010, I’ll be… 19 and a half. 19 and a HALF! Wow. I’ll be graduated high school. I’ll be in University… or art school. Studying business or graphic design. Writing short stories and novels on the side. Probably have a very good-looking, hot boyfriend. I’ll definitely still be living at home. I wonder if my hair will still be dyed dark red… I wonder if I will have gained a whole bunch of weight by then, or lost even more?”

Scary: the thoughts of a 13-year old girl. I’m not in University. I went for 3 months. I studied Business. I still LOVE graphic design and me oh my, I could watch somebody design for hours. I don’t claim to be any good at it but i’d love to learn. I still like to write. But I choose to do it on my blog rather than in a story. No hot boyfriend (I must have thought that when girls turned eighteen there were ten wonderful men around to choose from immediately?) — I am still living at home. My hair is pretty much twice as long and blonde. Not red. I chose to not stress about weight but to enjoy good food and to run often.

Isn’t it silly the thoughts we think sometimes? We’re just so silly. Hold the phone, I’m just so silly. I’ll let you admit your silliness on your own, I won’t force it upon you. I think the same thoughts about another six years from now. Twenty-five! That’s a nice even age. What will I be doing? Where will I be traveling? Who will I be with? Will I still live at home? (Haha! Sorry, Mom, I don’t think so.) Fellow dreamers, tell me: do you ever stop and think these thoughts? I can’t be the only one.

I dream and feel all moody and wonderful when it rains. It’s been raining a lot lately. A lot equals about twenty-five out of the thirty days in November. Hence this post. To wrap it up, here are some photos from a torrential down pour we witnessed in Hawaii a few weeks ago. Loved every minute of it. :)