This week, The Montreal Gazette (www.montrealgazette.com) is running a feature on the exodus of the Anglos from Québec. Reading the series of articles on the subject made me realize why it feels so lonely out here sometimes. Most of the friends that were a daily part of my life when I was a young mother are now living everywhere but here in Quebec. My in-laws (except for my dear s.i.l) all left Quebec in the exodus following the first referendum. My friends sort of dribbled out one after the other over the last 15 years until none were left. I miss you all so much! Sure, we stay in touch - we call, we e-mail, we visit occasionally - but it's not the same! And I know that none of my friends will ever return out here to live. Saturday nights used to be so busy! We always had get-togethers with friends, we never spent a Saturday night alone. Now - as much as I love Farnham, I spend most of my Saturday nights alone with Keith, falling asleep in front of the TV. It's not like we can move away to get closer to friends and family - they are all over the map! The only ones that remain are my own immediate family (thank goodness) - and even then, my sister Jackie lives in Toronto and my brother Alain in Calgary. That's not counting the nephews & nieces who have moved away...
They say it's a small world, but sometimes, it feels like its just a little too big.
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