i'm home, in the town where i grew up. it's so gorgeous here... yesterday was an indescribably beautiful day. blue skies, green corn fields, yellow sunshine. i drove around our town and the surrounding region doing errands and everyone was so friendly and everything was so easy. i bought a copy of toronto life and devoured the delicious mix of trends and snarkiness and local gossip and politics and wit while i waited for my free healthcare. I read about the pretentious local food movements and skyrocketing house prices and complaints about yuppies bringing their babies into cafes for 8$ coffee and 15$ salads (quote: if you're sitting at Shanghai Cowgirl and your four year old with a grandiose name and tiny Ramones t-shirt starts screaming, "I don't want wasabi mayo!" here's an idea: hang up your hipster hat, drop the New Age child-rearing crap, and actually parent your child).

And as i read about these tempests in tiny teapots, i felt something give inside my head and acknowledged to myself: okay. i will come back here to live. not the suburbs. but toronto? yes. i'll be here.

it was a bittersweet moment. there's something about toronto that is so easy and perfect and OBLIVIOUS that i love it and hate it at the same time. it's also too damn big, too expensive, and super pretentious. but i get it in a way i don't get anywhere else, and that has to count for something.

11:02 p.m. - 2008-07-10