Near
dusk on Wednesday evening I stopped at the corner of Dundas and Spadina just to
take it all in. I was meeting Dave for Chinese food at this run down hole-in-the-wall
restaurant we sometimes frequent, and everywhere I looked felt familiar and good. There's
that bar Sofie and I ended up at, that late-night in February. Remember
that afternoon we spent in Kensington? This city is full to the brim with
memories and people and places that I love.
Toronto
is the only home I've ever really know. True, I grew up in the suburbs, and I
spent my undergrad years in Kingston, Ont., but the CN Tower has always been a
beacon of home-ness. The Centre of the Universe, some may say.
After
Chinese food on Wednesday I opened up my fortune cookie and read: You will
travel to many exotic places. Oh, how true that will be.
We leave tomorrow, in less than a
day, and yet we're still packing and repacking bags, changing currencies and
reviewing weather forecasts. I suspect this will continue until hour zero:
we'll be on our way to the airport reviewing packing lists and charging
phones.
My
mom hosted a going away party with family last evening. My parents' backyard
was decorated with fairy lights and potted plants and signs pointing the way to
landmark Australian destinations. It hard to leave family and friends behind
for a year, but, this trip is made easier knowing the incredible support system
we have cheering us on (and reading this blog!) back home.
And
now, back to the packing we go!
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