In a week


It’s Saturday morning. It’s snowing. Will made me soup and I made us bread. A week ago, this was our rhythm. A week ago we were plodding along. That was last week. 

There is nothing like a big, hard, romantic adventure and a foreign city to make you look things right in the face. I have not really written much about our lives here in Toronto but I am proud of the steps we have made in the time we have been here. Little by little we win our battles (like paying our rent or not crying at the price of vegetables for the first time) but how do you know if you are in the right place at the right time? Yes, we are broke (but we can fix that). But it is more than that. It is the ballache of visas and the heartache of friends and the right bloody jobs offered at the wrong bloody time. 

We have never been very good a settling. I have spent my whole life moving. We always seem to have some sort of battle on our hands. We cannot seem to just simply be. So whatever we choose (and that choice is coming hard and fast),  I hope that 2012′s project is going to be not having one. 


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