My apologies to my mother and my grandmother, who both apparently are regular readers of this humble blog. You might wish to skip over this entry. This entry is for everyone else out there, but the two of you can just go over to some other corner of the Internet right now, OK?
The rush I get from travelling can only be described as teenage romance. Continue reading
I exhale slowly, cautiously. My face dips below the surface of the lake. I blow gently out of my nose, wiggle my jaw back and forth. I slowly descend, the visibility is low. Continue reading
On August 1, I officially became a “resident” of Ontario. This simply means that my good old Carte d’assurances maladie from Québec was no longer a valid thing, and I received a very ugly OHIP card in the mail. (Man. I look like crap on my Ontario ID. I had such a good photo on my old driver’s license and health card, but that’s a whole other story.) Continue reading