Day 6 - Tumult
Last official day in Toronto. This place feels like home for some reason, though. I have no idea why.
Didn't really do anything today. Just felt like relaxing before leaving, I guess. You don't have to be doing something on every day of a vacation anyway, right?
Mom's decided she wants a German Shepherd. She thinks a big dog will be quieter and easier to manage. We'll see how this turns out.
They don't mean to do so, but the topic of grandchildren keeps coming up with my parents. In four years I'll be the same age as my parents when they had me. That's a rather short period of time, not to mention the hell and high water I'd have to go through for it due to the obvious reasons. I think it's safe to say I want them... I by no means feel rushed about it, but the biological deadline is just looming over yonder on the horizon and I feel like I'm rushing toward it on a bullet train.
If they found a way for men to carry children to term, I would be the first one to sign up.
You know, I have no doubt in my mind that I'm glad to be male. I don't think I'd ever want to dress like a woman or have the dreaded operation. But I won't lie... I have uterus envy.
Grass is always greener, right?