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kiene angst: Home for the Holidays
Stefan has decided on his ideal holiday:
A month in the wilds of the BC Rockies. He wants vast open spaces of glorious snow blanketed nature. He wants to ski in foot deep powder, camp in all his newly aquired MEC thermal gear, and hike to places that he can easily convince himself have only been visited by caribou, until he sullies them with his virgin footprints.
For me a trip to BC means:
visiting my (very scary) paternal family ALL of whom live on Vancouver Island. Dad didn't have to become a hippy to achieve his "black sheep" status, he just had to leave the island!
visiting my home town and having to repeatedly answer "what am I doing with my life" to people who I haven't seen since I was ten. And I really hate that question at the moment.
And deal with the kids I grew up with, all very defensive because they never left and suspect that they missed something.
But we never really got along anyway.
As a compromise we are also going California, home of my maternal family. I'm half American (puts a whole new spin on the "Bowling for Columbine rant, doesn't it? ) and I'm curious to see how I feel there. Its been a few years.
My grandmother is a old lefty activist - she spent a few months in jail for refusing to testify in a Commie case in the fifties - and has decided she did her part for the world by becoming (much to all our surprise) a giggling princess type.
My Aunt is an obese bitch who can cook like you've never had and I love her dearly. Unfortunatley she has emphasema and has decided that smoking is more fun than living.
I never thought I would be the type to go on "duty holiday." Maybe its part of growing up. I don't like it.
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