A week

More than a week later and I’m still at odds with my city. I venture out of my bubble and quickly return, soothing my jangled old-lady nerves in the ravines and parks and brick homes of my neighbourhood, my strangely sleepy neighbourhood that feels like a held breath.

I’ve also been reading, photographing, writing these days. Though I’m only three short stories into my mentorship, everything already feels possible with my work. And I’m realizing now that I had been running on fumes before, for a very long time. It’s good to be back.

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  1. Carla

    I saw on twitter there was some tension between you and TO. I think we all get comfortable with things and then have a hard time understanding places that are so different. Personally I feel like I’m not letting myself adjust to Alberta because I’m a BC girl and will always be a BC girl and I can’t let that go. This is probably all completely different then what you’re feeling lol.
    Glad you got your groove back ;) (I’m hoping to find and unpack mine some time in the next couple weeks lol) It’s good to do the things that make you happy.

    1. Samantha

      What drives me nuts is I’ve never understood Toronto, even though I was born here and spent 21 years living in its shadow. And I think all those years in Calgary made it worse. Sometimes I feel so much more Calgarian than Torontonian.

      I hope you adjust to Alberta soon – for me, it happened without me even noticing.