Archive for May, 2015

It’s come to my attention that people actually read this blog. At least two of them. Which I take as an impressive win and is also slightly terrifying, but I’ll get over it.


I meant to catch up ages ago, I really did. I’m not the best at organizing my life and my time and something always falls to the wayside, actually a few things tend to get neglected and this time it was my blogspace. But I’m back baby! And I have some fun stories for you.



Beautiful view over the Duquesne Line

First off, I moved! I’m a little closer to the city with an amazing view of Toronto. I love this place. I’m right off the highway for work and right beside bloor west village for fun and I cannot wait to discover all the new memories I’m going to have. My new roomie, Bubbles, is amazing. We’ve been having so much fun and I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. We went to Pittsburgh for a wedding recently and I discovered a few things about myself as a Canadian.


  1. We apologize excessively. I never realized how much I apologized until no one was saying “sorry” back and some people just stared at me like I might be a little funny in the head. I’m sorry. I’m Canadian.
  2. I have underestimated the states. I have been blinded by tv stereotypes and taken aback by how much they love eagles and the flag. However, Pennsylvania is beautiful. It was a stunning drive with magnificent hilly backdrops, beautiful trees, scenery, and wonderful people. Everyone was so friendly and had an adorable accent. Yes I found bed sheets that were essentially the American flag but I suppose it’s as normal to them as saying sorry is to us. We went up The Duquesne Incline on a rainy Monday and had a wonderful conversation with Margaret, a great grandmother who I bought my Pittsburgh magnet from. If you haven’t been, you should go. It’s about 5 hours away from Toronto and worth the drive.
  3. Cheese sauce. Apparently putting real cheese on fries is a Canadian thing. As someone who doesn’t eat bread I’ve come to rely heavily on restaurants and fast food chains offering poutine. America has cheese fries but let me tell you, not an ounce of dairy is wasted on these things. Stay away. Just say no kids. Just say no.


I could gush about my trip and rant about cheese sauce for ages but that’s not what I want to chat about today. Not that long ago I wrote about goals and my drive to discover my own wants and needs and to experience new things. Pittsburgh was definitely a new thing. While we were there we took a trip to Target and bought some drapes for the living room. I can’t explain why that made me feel so accomplished. Bubbles and I each bought a set, the colors match our livingroom perfectly. We put them up the other day and they now accent the edges of the large window, giving the CN tower a beautiful frame. They weren’t overly expensive and they didn’t come with anything special. They do however make me feel… like an adult.


For a long time I fought the very concept of making any sort of roots. My parents were either on the verge of splitting up or moving my entire teen life and all I wanted to do as a result was run away to Scotland and mary someone who owned a kilt. (I had high standards). This left me with the feeling that holding on to anything too strongly would ensure that it would leave  me. The best way to live was out of a suitcase and always ready to bolt.

I have this dream that all the guys in Scotland and Ireland look like this. I'm allowed to dream.

I have this dream that all the guys in Scotland and Ireland look like this. I’m allowed to dream.


Recently I’ve geared my life towards a much more permanent status. I plan on staying in this apartment for at least a couple years, which in my life may as well be an eternity. I’ve had Bob (my car) for almost two years now, and I’m going on the second year of working at the same company. I know some people need stability and I admire it but most of the time stability felt akin to being tied up and thrown into the ocean. I know, I’m working on it.


The thing is, somehow over the last six years or so I’ve made ties and connections that I rely on. I don’t know how I did it, I guess I always told myself I could pick up and move whenever I wanted to, even if I had great friends here. Great friends can be made anywhere. This is still true, if an opportunity that was amazing came along and was in Europe or even other places in Canada I would take it. The difference is I’m not constantly searching for those opportunities to leave anymore. I can have drapes and put pictures up on the wall and make plans for a trip that will happen next year because I’m not running from anything.


The wonderful thing about living for yourself instead of constantly finding yourself in other people’s dreams is that you get to have your own dreams. I have a cat now, for better or for worse. I plan on buying my own condo in about 4-5 years. I’m making career choices that will play out over a span of years rather than just taking what’s available and in front of me for the moment. I have a life and it’s kind of beautiful. I have friends who are my family and who I wouldn’t give up for the world. Being a grown up isn’t that bad.

So, here’s to a grown up life! To wine and parties, books and cats, sunshine and balconies and everything that comes with it. Life is ever changing and you can fight the grain or settle in for the ride, throw your hands up in the air and laugh as it speeds down one lane and around the next bend. Thanks for reading.


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