Plans and dreams and endings and beginnings and disappointments and exhilarations and sleeplessness and giddy-bursts-of-joy-beneath-my-breath and possibilities and challenges and happiness and denial and hopes have been skittering within me for a good six weeks now, and somewhere along the way I forgot to tell you why.
So here is the result, in a nutshell, of my recent bout of debating/positing/accepting/tinkering/hoping:
On Friday, I’ll be flying into California for another few months of travelling around the U.S., later returning to Toronto to continue building a soul-soaring life in Canada.
30. Step into Patty King, Kensington Market’s Jamaican bakery, and gaze excitedly at such unusual (to you) sweets as Tamarind Balls and Grater Cake.
31. Buy a snack called Doubles from said Patty King (thank your friend for being the hand model), and decide after a single bite that the turmeric-spiced fried-yet-soft bread filled with channa (chickpea curry) is quite delicious.
32. Laugh delightedly upon finding a reference to your home country in a Sunday morning crossword filled out with Lisa.
33. Laugh again (though on a different day) at how ornate and complicated sushi in North America always seems to be. Remember how simple (and wonderful) sushi was when you travelled around Japan a few years ago.
33. Attend a three hour hands-on chocolate class at ChocoSol, and be so impressed with the Toronto-based company’s ethics and chocolate creations that you buy several different flavours to review (eventually).
38. Be grateful that taking these steps towards falling in love with Toronto means you’ll truly look forward to returning in the fall.
39. Start packing. No really, Hannah. Start packing. START PACKING.