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i moved out of my parents house almost 4 months ago now. looking back on it, its been weird experience, however oddly calming. i told myself back in may that this was the first year i finally began to feel like an adult, having managed to swindle myself into a new career path, travel to a completely new continent, experience summer time trips with my beautiful boyfriend, but i will say that today…
today is apparently the hottest july 28th the city has had in the past sixty years. despite the fact that i begged and pleaded for the cruel winter to be over, i can't wait for it's gradual return. combined with the humidity from the lake, the heat had me locked inside blasting ac with the curtains closed all weekend. as for today, my work day ends at 4, and by the time i left work, it was the…
this year has been the first year where i've felt like an adult. it's an odd feeling. i'm twenty-two going on to twenty-three, and when i look around to my peers, some just graduated last week, some are currently on trips with funds that i don't dare ask the source of, some have completely resigned from working, and then there's me, whose every step turns in a stumble on imaginary path. i told…
i talk and think about doing things more than actually doing them. i have so many ideas of things that i could do, that i end up feeling paralyzed and the easiest way to ease this feeling of static along my veins is to just yap. i think among some circles, this could be interpretted as me having many forethoughts, but in reality, i end up just not doing the things i said i would. i will say i have…
my relationship with being gay is a complicated thing. while i am grateful for having ended up in the life i have now. in the past, i've thought of it as a curse, another bullet point to the long list of things that made me different to the people close to me. it puts a big strain on my relationships with others; to reconcile who i am with the jokes and preconceptions that people have about me. at…
friday was the end of my first week back to work after my trip to asia (during which i spent the last four days dreading having to go back to work). i have a series of presentations over the next few weeks, and the thought of having talk about the work i've done over the past few months to people with more work experience than i've been alive makes me want to bury my head in sand. i don't know why…
my father and i decided to take a short trip to visit the village my grandfather grew up in, named kestenovac, after the european chestnut trees that are native to the area. where spring used to mark a new block of life, as its residents, bunkered away in foreign regions for the winter, returned to tend to crops and begin the process of sowing new seeds, march twentieth now marks the thawing of…
the drawstring of the black ski jacket i've worn since i was twelve broke this weekend. eleven winters, dozens of trips to the alpines with my father, hundreds of hastily stepped walks in the cold damp air toronto experiences from the period of december to april, it was my shield through it all. bought by my dad during a boxing week sale, it sits two sizes too large and inflates the shape of my…
my dad and i took a trip to bristol this weekend, a small town in upstate new york, which (to the conjectures of the town historian , a woman named karen, we had met on the chairlift this morning) sits at the foothills of the american applachians and in the exact centre of two of the finger lakes within the state. when it snows, the town residents huddle at home under feet of white powder towering…
i normally keep the microsoft teams/outlook installed during work hours, so that for the twenty minutes i spend daily in the office's bougie floor-to-ceiling washroom stall, i'm not in the blue as to what's happening in the outside world. realistically, nobody cares about my pooping habits, but i do. god forbid the last thing i need is for my manager, who lives across the country mind you, to see…