Solitary Confinement

Ok, I know that I am not literally a prisoner...I actually don't feel like a prisoner; let the focus of the title be its first word, "solitary"  Spending this summer in Caronbored alone, has made me miss the relationships I have and feel like a tool for wasting the time I had to enjoy them more.   Today is a bummer in the sense that I am missing the usual week at Waskesieu with Rachelle's family which is spent continually chilling with people I love.  The mornings are a progression of going from one cabin to another to have coffee, followed by lunch, hanging out at the beach or in the boat, and the evenings are topped with games; some may think that to be boring, but it is paradise to me. (My own family has their own version, but in shorter time frames)  I'm choked that I wasn't better with money and could have afforded to go, if even for one day.  But it's not just that, I miss alot of people down here: my parents, my siblings, my extended family and friends.  I dwell on how I could have spent more time with them, which is nothing new.  Take for example my brother whose closest in age to me:  At one time he was living across the street from me, and I don't remember spending that much time with him during that period, then he moved to Saskatoon which was still a day-trip away, but now he's a province over.  I wish I didn't waste time watching sports or whatever and would have spent more hanging out.  Even with my other siblings who have lived in the same town as me the past years and were a 5 minute walk away, I could have seen them more, but didn't and now I'm hours away.  The point I am trying to make is being alone makes you think about what you could've done better; start making the most of your time with those dear to you before you live with regret alone.  I'm looking forward to my wife finishing her summer school, and I'm very excited to be with my family at my sister's wedding in a few weeks.