This weekend I headed into Toronto. Had a full day of apartment hunting on Sunday planned, but Saturday?
Oh, Saturday was for parties. Had four to attend, but could only make it to two. I am just one chick, after all. A chick who likes beer and fun times with folks I missed.
I love catching up with people I haven't seen in awhile. It reminds me exactly why I want to be back in the city.
See what I'm sayin'?
Aside from jobs and opportunities, people are a huge reason I fell in love with the city. I made a lot of amazing friends during my years in Toronto, and it's because of them that I felt at home.
Sometimes you lose touch, sometimes you don't. They still affect you.
It's also pretty great to realize how many different groups of friends I have there.
And I mean different in every possible way. I can only assume that my multiple personalities must appeal to certain people, not unlike a circus sideshow.
Everyone, say hello to the voices in my head.
To all of those not pictured and not seen, I love you dorks too. Promise.
Even if we've had a falling out of some sort (and even if I wanna throw things at your head), it's a guarantee that you still mean a lot to me.
Don't ask why this post is somewhat sentimental. Since when is my blog a freakin' love-in?
Blame it on the 50, perhaps. There may be some beer fumes still swimmin' in my little head. (Late night poutine, too. Cuz I'm delicate.)
And now, I am back home...
Stressing over apartments, getting anxiety over other things, and far too used to being generally unhappy.
There's a whole lotta crazy going on in my brain.
But I'll soon be back to annoy all Torontonians yet again, on a permanent basis.
I can sense your excitement from here. Aw, shucks.