Part of Your World

There are few things more annoying to me than protocol for the sake of itself. Last week (or the week before) or whenever we had that freakadelic stint of amazing weather, it was guaranteed that 1/10 every Starbucks customer I saw asked my why we didn't have the patio furniture out. Clearly, these people are not experts on clause 5.7 of Murphy's Law, that the second you take advantage of freakishly out of season 26 degree weather, take the snow tires off your car, retire your winter jacket, bust out the patio, it's going to plummet back into freezing temperatures.

We took the patio furniture out. In fact, every Starbucks in the district did. Now I'm sitting, looking outside to grey, 1 degree weather, with a chance of flurries tomorrow. World, I blame you for this. Back to bundling up to go for runs it is. That being said, I ran almost 5K yesterday and it felt EASY. Difficult, maybe, but I could have run farther. I could have even run faster if I felt so inclined. POWERRRRRR.

That being said, the running song of the week is this: Sunrise by Childish Gambino

IN OTHER NEWS:
Recently, a friend of mine who I met through NaNoWriMo moved to England, specifically, Liverpool. This relocation has had us talking pretty much every day, and he's been tweeting me all these neat pictures of the new place where he lives. And me, seeing all this cool stuff, hearing about all these new things, am pretty much like this:

I WANT MOOOOORE (Source... also check the Tumblr. It's sick as in zero-cool.)

Now, comes the restlessness right down to my bones. Now, the feelings of being trapped. In this completely-mostly-not-angsty-way I'm brimming with longing to get the hell out of my hometown. I've known for a long time I didn't 'belong' in Waterloo, not because I stand out or I'm too good for it or something, I've just felt this calling to get out, beyond the borders and have my feet take me down the streets of new places.

Whether this is in the context of moving to Montreal, or farther, or just finding some new way to express myself, find something else, I don't know. How I'm going to assuage these feelings is also up for debate, but it's all a matter of time before I am accepted/denied my entrance to university and then I can make all of my choices from there. The nice thing is, is that exploring all my options, seeing other people do it, and working sur mon francais is making me brave. It's possibly. It's the great WHY NOT? Why not? You only live once. (Past and future reincarnations not withstanding, if that's your thing.)

No outfit posts, because I've been going about my business buck naked. Ho hum.

Blogifornia #4: Final Thoughts

Here is a picture of me thinking all of these oh-so deep final thoughts.
I’m cheating and writing this on the airplane, en route to my home AND native land. The country being Canada, the city being Toronto and the weather being cold. I am looking forward to two of those three things, and I can assure you after seven days of pure California sunshine, it’s not the cold.

I was sad to see the mountains, the desert, the gorgeous weather, the palm trees all disappear behind the cloud cover as our flight took off today. I got to see and do some amazing things in California. It was a perfect way to shake off the winter drag. I feel ready to face the rest of the semester. (The rest of my life? Different story.)
In spite of the fact that I was loving everything La Quinta offered, I was surprised about how much I missed the things I had left behind. My fam-a-lam, Costello, and my other roommate, (the artist formerly known as Rebekah Eden, over at Eden a la Mode). I missed the apartment with it’s tiny kitchen. Faces and people who had been nothing but Facebook updates and messages for the duration of the entire week.
It really makes me wonder as to whether or not I’d be capable of moving somewhere far away, like England or Los Angeles, away from everything that is familiar and loved. Who can say? I guess the point is that while SOME good things just have to come to an end, there’s a silver lining waiting on the other side just wanting to be acknowledged.

I’ll never forget the trip, what was seen and done, tasted and captured in photographs. I had a bunch of firsts for this trip, and those are always exciting, because they can turn into seconds or thirds.
I discovered that I don’t hate seafood. I tried a date shake. I hugged the prickliest tree I’ve ever met. I walked through the desert to an oasis, and saw huge gorgeous rock formations that had been around for thousands of years. I saw sky so big and blue, you could fall up and go swimming in it.
Maybe on my next visit.

New dream? Possibly.

Blogifornia #1: Crossing Country

Today I went from the left of this picture, to the right of it.
That's right, it's launch day for my first (and last) ever reading week trip to California. This state has sunshine, mountains and of course, San Francisco, the city Harvey Milk turned upside down.
It could very easily be my favourite state, just based on the last factoid alone. It's a dream of mine to visit the Castro.(Sorry Texas. You still have nice boots.) San Francisco will have to be another trip.

I don't have much to say about today, but I thought I'd share one more photo with y'all.

I didn't apply any photo filters to that, at all. I think it's vintage looking. Love.
Also, they still have Vanilla Coke in the USA. WHAAAAT?