I went to go see Two Hours Traffic the other night. I couldn't believe that they were here, in Calgary. Oh, the little band from Charlottetown that could. In any event, I went to go see them and they were the best I've ever seen them, and I've seen them at their best. It was the most amazing time and I didn't even stay for the whole thing (re: leaving at 11:30 so that I could wake up the next morning). I don't think I've felt that happy in months (10 months, to be precise). There was this feeling of sheer happiness that swelled up inside of me like a giant bubble or a balloon. Sitting at The Gateway and hearing such familiar sounds that I could almost reach out and touch was amazing. It's just a shame that I had to leave before they were done because I would have liked to talk to Alec and Andrew. And give my usual head nod to Liam, hahaha. But, alas...
Now, you think that this would have put me in a fantastic mood, and it did, but it's weird. I was in a complete state of euphoria that night, and the happiness is still spilling over to me almost 2 days later. But, the thing is that it's been somewhat of a double edged sword. Being there, hearing them and experiencing the old and familiar in a new setting made me very retrospective. I started thinking about all these memories I have stored away, locked up tight in my mind. They stemmed from the memories I have of going out with people and going to a THT show and having such a fun time. It then turned into me just thinking about the past in general, people and events that occurred. I won't lie, I like living in Calgary and it took a long time for me to admit that. I always wanted to like it here, but I never let myself, and now that I have allowed myself to call this place home it's almost as if it won't let me.
Being there that night caused me to realize something: I still really miss being home. I miss the people. I miss the familiarity. I miss going somewhere and having the knowledge that, no matter where you go, you'll know 90% of the people there and be guaranteed a good time. True, it doesn't have a lot to offer, but what it did offer I took for granted while I was there. I wish I hadn't. I miss my past, and while I like where I am presently and I'm excited about the future, I still miss the past.
