Depression and a Food Heaven in the Great North

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It’s been awhile since I’ve wrote a blog but life got in the way and then a bit of depression got in the way.

I went to New York and hung out with one of my best friends. Found out that I can’t constantly be around someone, shocker. Went to the MOMA, made new friends, got drunk with blue-haired punks while hanging out with one of my childhood friends. It’s good to say that he is a screen and comic book writer.

Hid away for a couple days in a cabin in upstate New York. Needed an oasis away from the noise and constant stimulation of New York.

Went to the opposite. Hiked for days, visited an Amish community, found tiny cities to explore, and ended up getting sicker than what I have been in about a year.

Found a way to stay in Ottawa for free without having to compromise any moral integrity (ha). Stayed the night on a boat in Ithaca on my way to Ottawa and ended up dancing to zydeco till the morning with people from a hostel.

Saw Ottawa, hung out with a gorgeous boxer named Maverick (a dog not a person, unfortunately), got lost hiking and a two-hour hike turned into a five hour one but got some great pictures out of the deal. Cooked hella homemade dinners and accidentally stumbled into a used book store, not accidentally.

Now I’m in Toronto. The trip should’ve taken about four hours and lasted longer than six. But I made a side trip to go to a couple art galleries, but hey it’s freaking Canadian Thanksgiving. Instead I found this city covered in ribbons of what people were grateful for (will insert pictures later).

Toronto is what I hoped New York would be. It is bright and loud but artful without too many people or things. It’s nicer on the senses and I can probably walk around the whole city in a couple hours.

My trip is starting to come to an end and I’m seeing the light of my bedroom back in Texas. I had minor bits of homesickness in New York. I am looking at it like a learning curve. It’s a way for me to figure out this shindig before I take it to countries without English as a major language. Things being I need to stay longer than a few days, enough to unpack, get to know people and have interactions that are meaningful and not just a face-value one day.

But other than that, it’s been amazing. Trying new foods at any opportunity I can. I can’t lie though the fact once I leave Toronto, most of my time will be spent with and at people’s homes that I know is a weird feeling. I won’t be a lone 90% of the time but on the other hand, I won’t be alone 90% of the time.

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