summer of sarah harmer

Posted on June 6, 2006. Filed under: Music, School, The boy(s) |

I just heard Sarah Harmer’s song Don’t Get Your Back Up and it instantly took me back to the summer I spent in Kingston. That was my first time living completely on my own as my housemates had left. The house was so hot, no air conditioning, and I had to convince my evil landlord to pry off the turn of the century storm windows so I could breathe (he wasn’t going to).

I spent most of that summer either at work (I had 3 different positions at the same company — QTS — 2 supervisory position and a manager position). I was there usually from 8:30 am until 10:30 pm every day, including Sunday nights and would go out with everyone after work for drinks most nights.

Any time not at work was spent on my sloping, rickety front porch. I would pull two turquoise and stainless steel 50s kitchen table chairs out, prop my feet up on one and sit back with a book and listen to CDs, and there was a lot of playing Sarah Harmer over and over and over. Well, it also happened to be the summer that Cameron graduated and was travelling around the UK, so a lot of Sarah Harmer songs fit my mood. More fit my mood when I met Brian and also learned that Cameron was moving to Saudi Arabia.

It was probably one of the best summers of my life, being all alone, and so incredibly independent and balancing work, friends, love interests, sanity.

The sanity, however soon disappeared with the summer. My housemates returned, much to my dismay. It was nice to see them and I love them dearly, but I was so used to having my house to myself. I quit my job, both because I knew I was going to have a lot of emotional stress on my shoulders shortly, and because I would be Brian’s ex-girlfriend’s supervisor and I didn’t really think that was a good idea (I worked with and knew her first, and though we were never really friends, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to be in a position of authority over her). Brian and I had been hanging out a lot, but he knew about Cameron and I wasn’t about to cheat on anyone. So the sanity disappeared further when Cameron came back for a while before moving to Saudi for good. We officially broke up, but I wasn’t quite ready to be with Brian yet either, though I did want to try.

It all exploded on my birthday when, at the QP, I was incredibly intoxicated and at the end of the night it was just Cameron, Brian and I left. Oh dear. I believe the conversation went like this:

C — Brian’s a nice guy, when I’m gone, you guys should hook up.
Me — Um, what if I told you we already kind of had?
C (slightly shocked) — Oh, well, that would be great!

The boys then went off to have a “talk”.

Yikes — in retrospect, I probably could have handled that a lot better. We all look back on that night now and it’s definitely up there as one of the most memorable. Dear Brent was also there, and remembers the tears, I’m sure. There were so many tears.

The perfect, idealistic summer turned into the stage and platform for what would be a tumultuous, but memorable year. Including highlights such as Cameron falling asleep at the wheel, and driving to Ottawa to get him (he’s lucky he walked out of that sucker), then his leaving for Saudi, a trip to England and to PEI with Brian, and the break up.


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That was a crazy time. I like these memories 🙂

Thanks hon. Me too. I wish I could go back to that summer sometimes. But I like where I am now too. 🙂

Me too:)

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