A year in the life
How do you condense a years worth of experiences, thoughts and life into a single journal entry? Do you keep it short and sweet? Perhaps make use of some bullet points or throw in a pie chart for good measure? I suppose this whole dilemma could have been avoided by taking the time to let people know what has been going on along the way instead of trying to cram it all into a Sunday afternoon posting nearly thirteen months after the event that set everything in motion.
I met Erica at the martini bar just a few buildings down from where I used to live on Bloor Street. My friend Anna tends bar there most Friday nights and had given me a VIP pass earlier in the day when I had been in for a drink. Having very little to do that evening I wandered back and sat myself at the bar beside one of the regulars. It didn't take long for me to notice the redhead sitting at the other end of the bar and not much more time for me to work up the courage to walk over and ask if I could buy her a drink. A few days later, I'm in my car on my way to visit her in Hamilton. We've been together ever since.
I suppose I could leave it at that but it wouldn't be a very good account of the rest of two-thousand and five as it would be omitting our whirlwind tour of the Maratimes, a fantastic canoeing/portaging trip to Massauga, some great parties, my sisters' wedding and another news years bash at the Swan and Firkin.
This year I finally got the opportunity to take a trip to Europe thanks to Erica's father Heinz. Erica, Heinz and I all went to Germany to celebrate Erica's aunt Ilse 65th birthday and Erica and I took a side trip up to Stockholm to visit my uncle Erik, Aunt Maria and my cousins Stefanie and Carolina. Stockholm was beautiful and it was great to see my relatives but I have to admit that I much preferred Germany. Those Germans like to party as much as East-Coasters and their beer is fantastic.
Erica and I have been living on the main floor of a house a few blocks from my old apartment since December, just about the same time we got engaged. Our neighbors are easy to get along with and one of them has even put in horseshoe pits. It's nice and close to the park and the neighborhood reminds me of Fredericton, well the whole High Park area reminds me of home, which is probably why I like it so much. The only real downside to living in Toronto is that Erica is going to have to commute to McMaster in Hamilton once school starts in September.
Hard to believe our wedding is only twenty days away. I guess it goes to show exactly how much can change in a year.
I met Erica at the martini bar just a few buildings down from where I used to live on Bloor Street. My friend Anna tends bar there most Friday nights and had given me a VIP pass earlier in the day when I had been in for a drink. Having very little to do that evening I wandered back and sat myself at the bar beside one of the regulars. It didn't take long for me to notice the redhead sitting at the other end of the bar and not much more time for me to work up the courage to walk over and ask if I could buy her a drink. A few days later, I'm in my car on my way to visit her in Hamilton. We've been together ever since.
I suppose I could leave it at that but it wouldn't be a very good account of the rest of two-thousand and five as it would be omitting our whirlwind tour of the Maratimes, a fantastic canoeing/portaging trip to Massauga, some great parties, my sisters' wedding and another news years bash at the Swan and Firkin.
This year I finally got the opportunity to take a trip to Europe thanks to Erica's father Heinz. Erica, Heinz and I all went to Germany to celebrate Erica's aunt Ilse 65th birthday and Erica and I took a side trip up to Stockholm to visit my uncle Erik, Aunt Maria and my cousins Stefanie and Carolina. Stockholm was beautiful and it was great to see my relatives but I have to admit that I much preferred Germany. Those Germans like to party as much as East-Coasters and their beer is fantastic.
Erica and I have been living on the main floor of a house a few blocks from my old apartment since December, just about the same time we got engaged. Our neighbors are easy to get along with and one of them has even put in horseshoe pits. It's nice and close to the park and the neighborhood reminds me of Fredericton, well the whole High Park area reminds me of home, which is probably why I like it so much. The only real downside to living in Toronto is that Erica is going to have to commute to McMaster in Hamilton once school starts in September.
Hard to believe our wedding is only twenty days away. I guess it goes to show exactly how much can change in a year.