Two weeks of silence [on the blog]

I had something written up, but I decided against posting it. I’ve made a lot of changes in the last couple of weeks. I also had to make an incredibly difficult and painful decision two weekends ago. It was a decision I never thought I’d be able to go through with, let alone something that I would need to do. All my friends tell me that I’m doing the right thing. Based on the hole in my heart, I simply have to take their word for it right now.

On a related note, I’ve been dying to get out of this city1 – at the very least for the winter – but it looks like I’ll be staying put after all. I received word that an important project I’ve been waiting to hear about has decided to take me on; while I was under the impression that I would want to defer their acceptance it turns out that it’s too important [to me] to do that.

In a way, I’m glad. I’m glad that I’m capable of managing the things I need to manage2 enough to be an adult, and keep my commitments. Then again, there is that part of me that was so ready to soar with wonder, curiosity and awe at all the new things that traveling to foreign places can inspire.

I’ll just have to settle for continuing with mini-adventures with good friends, and hopefully a few with my family too.

In the mean time, enjoy some photos3 of my Montreal trip last month 🙂

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Satay Brothers | Atwater Market

Dinner á la Reggy

Tequila+Watermelon cocktail aprés le diner
And played this awesome game (I can’t remember what it’s called though)

Thoroughly Enjoyed their Food Truck Festival called #FirstFridays

Man-made beach with a view of my favourite bridge, what more could you ask for?
Footnotes:
  1. Toronto[]
  2. hiiiiii emotions[]
  3. and video[]

With a vengeance

Before I went to Winnipeg for B&A’s Wedding last year, the last trip I was able to take by myself was to Mexico to visit a very dear, old friend of mine who at the time was living on a tiny Island called Holbox, off the Yucatan Peninsula. That was in 2009. I was able to go on road trips with my family, and while we had a wonderful time in NYC and Chicago the years that we went – I’m sure I don’t need to explain why the trips just weren’t the same.

This year, as soon as I could, I bought VIA rail tickets to Ottawa, Ontario, Canada to visit another dear, old friend who I hadn’t seen in a very long time. She grew up in a small town just outside Ottawa, and was living in Toronto when I met her; she moved back to Ottawa some 10 years ago1, and I was able to visit her often-ish when she first moved but slowly yet surely I found myself lacking the funds and the means to make it out. I’m so glad I chose this trip as one of the first trips now that I can afford to. We’ve always had one of those friendships where we didn’t need to talk everyday to know that we loved each other; and can happily share comfortable silences together as I blog while she catches up on social media2. I digress…

I want more, and I’m finding myself mentally mapping out where all my friends live so I can visit them. Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Australia, Dublin, London, Amsterdam, Mexico, San Francisco, New York, Georgia… I know I can’t visit all of them this year but I do hope I get to do it before I turn 40. That would be really nice. That list isn’t in any order of priority either. If I have the opportunity to go to any of them, I will take it in a heartbeat. While I love living in Toronto, I have often toyed with the idea of moving again. I wouldn’t go back to Dublin3, but I think I would want to live somewhere in Europe. Their way of living simply appeals to me4.

While out for a late night snack with said friend in Ottawa last night, she asked me to imagine a dinner party that I could host anywhere in the world, and invite any five people I wanted; I was to describe the meal, the setting… everything… and I’m a little ashamed to admit that at first I had a hard time imagining things. I pushed through and even though I answered her questions, she ended up having to cut me slack because I simply couldn’t get there. What I’m getting at is that I hope my ability to dream bigger comes back too. I used to have a vivid imagination for the things I wanted, and somewhere along the way I lost that. Heck, I used to write stories.

I don’t think that any of the heartbreak or bad relationships in the last few years are to blame, though it would have been easy to; I think the lack of travel in my life has forced my dreaming muscles in hibernation. I hope I can revive them this year, and get my imagination back. My subconscious has already started dreaming up amazing stories where Ryan Higa used his amazing comedic, and magical talents to surprise me with a proposal so I’ve got to be doing something right… right?!

What keeps you dreaming?

Footnotes:
  1. give or take a year or two[]
  2. while cuddling with her adorable dog[]
  3. where I lived for 1.5 years[]
  4. more on that later[]

And off I go!

I have many goals set this year, and one of them is a resolution that I’ve carried over from a few years ago: To see more of this gorgeous country that I have been a resident of for almost 20 years. That same year I drove out to Montreal on my own; it was the first time I had ever been outside Ontario1 and it was a wonderful weekend.

Last year, I had the pleasure of attending the wedding of two of my dearest friends in Winnepeg. While Winnepeg itself might not have been the most glamorous location to fly to for a wedding, Lac du Bonnet is breathtaking and even though it was windy, there was no where in the world I would rather have been at the time.

The view from aboveThe shedThe bride and bridesmaid's bouquetsThe men

 

Photo copyright remains that of the photographer whose name I don’t actually know since I got these off of Wedpics, a photo app that the bride used to share photos with us. Just trust me when I say that the bride and groom were absolutely glowing. Yes, both of them.

Tonight I’m flying out2 to Vancouver > Pemberton+Whistler to visit the very same couple whose wedding I attended in August and to go skiing3. I have never been to the west coast of Canada and I have been told that a) I will love it and that b) I am in for a treat. I have absolutely no doubt, and I can’t wait to write all about it next month 🙂 I’ll have my4 go pro in tow so hopefully I’ll get to share some awesome video too.

I haven’t been on a trip since my family and I drove out to Chicago one Christmas. I’m pretty sure that was at least three years ago. Ever so faintly, I still feel the sting of that travel bug… the sensation has gotten a bit numb from all the debt in my life but fingers crossed this is the year I get away from all of that. And I never thought I’d be excited to be headed to a place that’s even colder than Ottawa but here I am, grinning from ear to ear.

Have you ever been to Whistler? What did you think of it?

Footnotes:
  1. and stayed in Canada[]
  2. with someone I adore immensely[]
  3. fingers crossed I don’t die – I’m not that good[]
  4. Dad’s[]