This is my current anthem. T‑Dot represent.
Sometimes I wonder if I only love Toronto because of the people. There are always things to do and friends to visit, and it feels like my hometown. I hate the driving, I hate all the cops downtown, I hate the fact that it takes me at least half an hour to get anywhere, but I always look forward to going back.
Baby sun conure. This little guy was just starting to grow feathers, and kept in an incubator.
The isolation was nice, but it got to the point where ____ would say he was proud of me just for having lunch with someone. Now I find myself going out more and more and it’s a refreshing change of pace. Not that I felt like I was uncomfortable being home alone; more like the urge to be out overtook me, even if that meant I was still alone among others.
I wonder if my hermitage was just an extended stretch of time I needed to recharge after my trip to Europe. Or maybe it was knowing that the next stretch of time until the summer was going to be busy.
This time it doesn’t feel like a transition period, because I know it won’t last. I’ll eventually go back to extended time alone, and I’ll forever be in the flux of sociability and solitude, winter and summer. The only thing that’s constant is happiness. Sure, there are flashes of misfortune, but they’re fleeting, contained, and just a part of day-to-day life, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe this is why I’ve been finding it hard to write. I’ve always been fueled by suffering in some way or another, but all that’s left now is this contentment.