Here is my face. Behind me is the cool girl art wall over our bed. It is all original work from different people and places that I love (Smoky Mountains, Nashville, London, Winnipeg, etc.). We have a great collection of small pieces of art. I bought this Indy Motor Speedway shirt today and I am in love with it. I am going to wear it for 30 days straight. It’s what Bizz would want.
I went for a five mile run around my neighbourhood and I still really like the coloured houses and I still really hate the hills. I asked a cute bearded man to please slow down while he walked because it was making me feel badly while I ran and barely kept up. He laughed. I will charm every last hipster in town. I feel happy tonight.

Here is my face. Behind me is the cool girl art wall over our bed. It is all original work from different people and places that I love (Smoky Mountains, Nashville, London, Winnipeg, etc.). We have a great collection of small pieces of art. I bought this Indy Motor Speedway shirt today and I am in love with it. I am going to wear it for 30 days straight. It’s what Bizz would want.

I went for a five mile run around my neighbourhood and I still really like the coloured houses and I still really hate the hills. I asked a cute bearded man to please slow down while he walked because it was making me feel badly while I ran and barely kept up. He laughed. I will charm every last hipster in town. I feel happy tonight.

So I put on my sports bra and running socks

and then fell asleep on the bed wearing just those things. I woke up bundled in a blanket and covered in drool. Then we ate pizza.

Went to the clinic today and got some things sorted out. Ran 5k through the city. Found a new park and a new brewery. Waited for her to finish class and walked home together. Now we’re eating lentil sloppy joes and watching zombies get curb stomped.
Baby steps to self-improvement.

Went to the clinic today and got some things sorted out. Ran 5k through the city. Found a new park and a new brewery. Waited for her to finish class and walked home together. Now we’re eating lentil sloppy joes and watching zombies get curb stomped.

Baby steps to self-improvement.

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This handsome dude came to visit me this week, and drop off the rest of our things. 
He’s so cute. We said goodbye a few days ago, and he went farther east to drive along the Cabot Trail. So we met up with him once more for breakfast, and I had to say goodbye again. It was equally hard both times. Watching that man wipe tears from his face. He said it was his best vacation ever. Adorable. 
This week has been harder for me than the last. I suppose there were fewer distractions; fewer things to keep my mind busy. I have felt distant from people both physically and emotionally. I know I have to find things that will help me make this home.

This handsome dude came to visit me this week, and drop off the rest of our things. 

He’s so cute. We said goodbye a few days ago, and he went farther east to drive along the Cabot Trail. So we met up with him once more for breakfast, and I had to say goodbye again. It was equally hard both times. Watching that man wipe tears from his face. He said it was his best vacation ever. Adorable. 

This week has been harder for me than the last. I suppose there were fewer distractions; fewer things to keep my mind busy. I have felt distant from people both physically and emotionally. I know I have to find things that will help me make this home.

Today we ran some errands and decided on a whim to go have a picnic at Peggy’s Cove, which, as it turns out, is not the worst place to spend an afternoon. 

My dad is heading here tomorrow. He will probably get here Monday and I can’t wait to see his adorable bearded face.

Today we ran some errands and decided on a whim to go have a picnic at Peggy’s Cove, which, as it turns out, is not the worst place to spend an afternoon.

My dad is heading here tomorrow. He will probably get here Monday and I can’t wait to see his adorable bearded face.

Hierarchy of Needs

We finally got our bed this afternoon. When the bed dudes left, I went out for 4 miles of intervals and met the Fox on campus. We walked home and changed out of our sticky clothes (why are my clothes always so sticky here?) and ate chili. We made ourselves cute and went on a date to the AGNS, promptly followed by frozen yogurt. 

Truthfully, I am thinking about getting rid of my car and I’m trying to use it as little as possible while in the city. I am nervous about the ideal of feeling stranded in one spot, though I know it’s just in my head - but I really like how much I’ve been walking and exploring and really seeing this new place…and my bike will be here soon too. Plus, I just really can’t afford a car right now. 

These hills are killing me.

Theodore Tugboat is docked five minutes from my door and I couldn’t be happier about it. Our street has many coloured houses and everyone rides bicycles and wears skinny jeans. There is a burrito/ice cream shop 30 seconds from my bed. The neighbourhood is quiet and quirky. The boardwalk is busy and touristy and misty and it’s fun to live in a spot in the city where I can choose what kind of atmosphere I want to put myself in for the day. 

I feel good here. Dare I say, I feel happy. I am far from my family and broke and unemployed, but I got internet this week and I have a couple more paychecks coming and I am looking for work. I am trying to see the things that bother me as problems with solutions. It helps me to organize my feelings and prioritize them and not get overwhelmed. 

I bought new running shoes yesterday and the sun is shining so I’m going to disregard my rude, aching and resistant body, lace up, and go weave through some tourists.

We slept in a dorm in Montreal. I know more French than I thought but less French than I need. We walked over cobblestone and had breakfast in a charming restaurant, where all of our orders came to us wrong. This resulted in a complimentary cronut. A cronut, though.

We have been driving since 11:17am and tomorrow we will see the ocean and also inflate an air mattress in our new home. That is important, but I tried a cronut today and that’s what we will all remember.

Here we go.

Here we go.

I had my last day of work on Friday. My parents came to the gallery opening and my mom cried maybe four times. She’s real sad about me moving, and I am working really hard to not let it make me feel upset and guilty. I know she will be fine in time, but it’s hard to watch, and it makes something that is already difficult for me feel much harder.

Yesterday I woke up and cleaned and packed for four hours while Skyping with Claire, and then proceeded to watch Catching Fire on the couch. It was tempting to end the day right there, but instead I went out to ride 30 miles. I listened to my ATB playlist. This song was my favourite. It was a great ride, and my legs are feeling it this morning.

I got off the bike and put jeans on and promptly got on my dad’s motorcycle for a little sunset cruise. We shared a banana split for dinner. I wore his XXL leather jacket and hugged his sides while we rode.

16 miles this morning. A long, busy day at work. Swiss cheese and an egg. A kitchen table for the apartment. Pizza. An art opening. Violent and aggressive evacuation of the pizza. Many hugs. A cupcake. 

I’m spending much of August soaking up my family, friends, sunshine, and the smell of corn fields.

I’m riding around looking at the fields, the turbines. Taking in the chatter of all the kildeer on the road, trying to keep me from their eggs. Feeling the sand on my feet from a cold lake on a hot day. Laughing at a sister who likes to show me how long her cat is and a toddler who just wants to put stickers on things and a small town where both the cowboys and the horses wear reflective vests. I’m taking in the time spent with an old friend, teaching me how to letterpress, appreciating taking the screws from an art show out of an old brick wall, and putting a little more value on some greasy pizza shared with dad. 

In ten days I am moving 2093 kilometres away. I am excited about sharing this new adventure with a wonderful human, but I will miss home. Especially the smells that take me home; in the way that smells do.

Mostly I will miss the smell of the corn fields. 

40 miles, because I said I would.

40 miles, because I said I would.

In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. 

I was tagged by LearningThingsIsFun.

  1. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
  2. My Friend Leonard by James Frey
  3. Annabel by Kathleen Winter
  4. 1984 by George Orwell
  5. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery‎
  6. Cujo by Stephen King (was literally thrown across the room)
  7. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
  8. Night by Elie Wiesel
  9. The Giver by Lois Lowry
  10. Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card