Oh, hi. I hadn't realized it'd been so long.
I guess I've been busy?
Shenanigans, surprises, soul-crushing poverty...the usual.
I've finally begun packing for Nunavut. I have to remind myself over and over again that I really only need to bring a week's worth of clothing, even though I'll be there for 4 months, maybe longer. Nobody will care how I look, and I'll be forever buried under layers, regardless. I'm like Steve Martin in "The Jerk". "I just need these grey jeans. And this Skeletor t-shirt. And this ugly sweater." I tell myself that certain items will cheer me up, remind me of home and friends. I'm kidding myself, I know. There will be a lot to miss.
I will miss: fresh produce. good coffee. live music. mexican food. toronto's oppressive summer heat. ice cream trucks. my bed. the rumbling of streetcars. privacy. dresses. heels. did i mention mexican food?
Mostly, I'll miss my friends. In the last few years, I've ended up in the middle of an incredible and inspiring group of insane, generous and wonderful people. And the nerd in me feels like when I come back from summer break, all the ground I've covered and relationships I've built will have dissolved like fruit-flavoured laxative powder in tepid water. Which I will then be forced to drink, alone, with heavy heart. And then double over with cramps. And then nearly poop myself in a Tim Horton's on the highway. Not that this has ever happened before.
Please don't make me poop myself, friends. That laxative powder never tastes like fruit, anyway.
