by Gillian on March 3, 2014
- It no longer weirds you out to wake up somewhere unfamiliar.
- You regularly hand people the wrong currency.
- You are always saying “Excuse me” in the wrong language (“Pardon!”)
- You have a collection of SIM cards you are doing your best not to lose.
- You often find yourself walking down the street, in a bus or taxi, completely forgetting where in the world you are.
- You gave up on your shoe collection a long time ago.
- You are always broke, but somehow always find a way to get a plane, train or bus ticket.
- Most of your friends’ significant others are pretty sure you’re an imaginary friend.
- You are terrified of buying large objects. The day you buy a sofa a panic attack might ensue.
- Your taste in music is an eclectic mix you’ve collected from city to city and an international mix of friends (Now turn that German hip hop up a notch.)
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by Gillian on February 25, 2014
One of my favourite French traditions is l’heure de l’apéro. Here’s a cozy little snack and pre-dinner drink you can throw together with minimal effort. Bon Appétit!
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by Gillian on February 23, 2014
It’s five in the morning in Vancouver.
While most of my neighbours are up watching the hockey game I woke up at four in the morning for no reason at all. My insomniac ways are still sticking to me like the East Coast snow.
I left the icy streets of Toronto and flew West. I didn’t expect to be back in my home city so soon. I might have been avoiding it. When you go to places that hold all your memories it’s a test of how far you’ve come.
But I see now that I’ve come a long way. I feel good and I’m blown away by the beauty of this city. I can’t take eyes off of the mountains and the ocean. I forgot how good the water smells and the nostalgia it holds. Every sight and smell is like a warm hand on my forehead. I could be good here.
I can see myself here for a while before the restlessness kicks in. Before I crave waking up at four in the morning in another city. For now I’m going to get drunk on the memories and work on making some new ones.
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