Home And Home

Soon, soon the conference will be done. And thank fucking god for that. It's actually not been half bad, though I'm exhausted from the stale air and the talking talking talking.

But there was soy milk for the granola this morning at breakfast. I felt like having giant glasses of it, just so the conference organizers would know how greatly appreciated that was.

In only a couple of hours now, Chris and I will be checking out and heading off. A couple hours at the Bata Shoe Museum, which is not a museum I would ever have really considered, but Chris says it's a good one, and she knows museums. And when I said I would go, she got so excited that we could that I will enjoy it just for her joy, even if I don't enjoy it for my own.

The museum is on my old strip. I lived in the Annex for 3 years, before I moved to Halifax and passed my way cheap rent-controlled bachelor apartment onto my brother. I loved living in Toronto, I loved the Annex. I still do. That strip of Bloor, between Spadina and Bathurst, still feels like home to me, the hours I spent on the Futures patio, drinking coffee, reading the paper. Wasting time in the best possible way.

And then home, my real home now. I can't wait.