I was walking to campus the other day with my roommate, Anna, when a woman passed us on her bicycle. “I saw her the other day!” Anna exclaimed. “She’s got the greatest style!” I had not noticed what the woman was wearing, but I took Anna’s word for it. Anna has great style herself, as … More Everyone in Toronto is more stylish than me
Last night, I wrapped up my first week in Toronto alone and in tears in my kitchen, plucking tiny slivers of glass from my fingers. It had been a long day. I had made the trek out to IKEA in Etobicoke to pick up the essentials for my new place; since I took a bus … More Glass Shards and Mental Hygiene
There are a lot of reasons I’ve chosen to move to Toronto for grad school. Those I find most compelling are about a change in perspective. … More “Ugh, Toronto?”: On Place, Change, and the Centre of the Universe
Inspired by Billy Joel, my mom, and efforts to write What Am I Doing With My Life?: A Millennial Musical (the brainchild of me and Aldous.) VERSE 1 Sandy beaches, busy streets, mountain trails, tasty eats Eiffel Tower, Berlin Wall, Amsterdam and Rome, Trips in a Westfalia, surfing in Australia Sharing all these pictures, hashtag never coming … More Social Media Envy
It’s a hipster hangout like many others in Victoria. The walls are rustic, exposed brick. The menu is elaborately chalked by hand on a blackboard. The beer is local, and so is the bright, eclectic art on the walls. The real ambience, though, is provided by the fascinating wealth of people who are filling up … More Slammin’
This morning I woke up to a donkey braying. That donkey is Rufus, and his call for breakfast has been my alarm clock every morning for the past week and a half. Before the canned, gentle tones of the alarm on my phone go off, my eyes snap open as Rufus’ call penetrates the thin metal walls of … More Dispatches from the farm
Last month marked two years since I finished my undergraduate degree, started my Grown-Up Job, and began living alone in my Grown-Up Apartment. In short, it’s been an introduction to Adult World, which for me means a world where you get up at 7 am on weekdays, have a wardrobe of office clothes, pay your own … More Five Lessons I’ve Learned about the Adult World
