surrounded by people, but not MY people
A Friday night in Toronto, the TIFF is still going on, I didn't have to worry about kids or childcare and how did I spend my Friday night? Eating pizza at my desk while I typed class notes, skyped for an hour, and went to bed with Harry Potter. Woop-woop. I am most definitely not the young urban woman looking looking for the hot spots in downtown Toronto.
My big plans for Saturday? Laundry, studying, head to the university library to meet with classmates on a study floor for the day, and a Tim Horton's double-double. Ohhh, the excitement!
I've been here for 19 days now, and I physically crave everything about home; I miss sleeping in my own bed, I miss sitting on my own couch, cooking in my own kitchen, having coffee at my friends' kitchen table, and I'm getting a sense of what it must be like to be single and without kids. I forget what it's like to not be touched by people who love me - no hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, no one to rub my shoulders or scratch my back, no little chins to hold still while I brush little teeth, no warm body beside me while I watch tv, no feet to touch with my own feet when I roll over in bed at night....its' brutal. The only kind of touching these days is pretty creepy; every morning the people here are blind to the fact that the streetcar has reached maximum capacity with seated and standing passengers so most mornings, by the time I get off the streetcar I've bumped and rubbed up against several people to try and get to the rear doors to get off the streetcar! Heck, one lucky guy got to second base yesterday because his hand was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And he didn't even have to buy me an orange pop first (right, Jack?)!
My big plans for Saturday? Laundry, studying, head to the university library to meet with classmates on a study floor for the day, and a Tim Horton's double-double. Ohhh, the excitement!
I've been here for 19 days now, and I physically crave everything about home; I miss sleeping in my own bed, I miss sitting on my own couch, cooking in my own kitchen, having coffee at my friends' kitchen table, and I'm getting a sense of what it must be like to be single and without kids. I forget what it's like to not be touched by people who love me - no hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, no one to rub my shoulders or scratch my back, no little chins to hold still while I brush little teeth, no warm body beside me while I watch tv, no feet to touch with my own feet when I roll over in bed at night....its' brutal. The only kind of touching these days is pretty creepy; every morning the people here are blind to the fact that the streetcar has reached maximum capacity with seated and standing passengers so most mornings, by the time I get off the streetcar I've bumped and rubbed up against several people to try and get to the rear doors to get off the streetcar! Heck, one lucky guy got to second base yesterday because his hand was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And he didn't even have to buy me an orange pop first (right, Jack?)!