Almost one month ago today I officially moved to Toronto. Not a lot has really happened. I go to a lot more shows now. I go out a lot more than I used to, even if I have considerably less money than I used to. I hear a lot more languages than I used to. Really everything is different, except me.
My friend Chino came down last Sunday and we attended a show together. It was good. Nice to have a familiar face around at least for a little while.
I found out that this guy whom I used to know back when he lived in Ingersoll works at the same store as me in Toronto. Small world. Very small indeed.
As more time goes by I'm becoming more and more at home here, but I'm still not entirely. I still go back to Ingersoll about once a week. While I'm there I usually work with my mom on her gardening expeditions, attempting to negate the price of the gas to get there. I tend to my flocks of animals. I work at cataloging my massive album collection. I see my friends and family. Already though, I don't feel quite at home there. Strangely though I don't entirely feel at home here either..I'm in a state of perpetually feeling like a stranger everywhere I go. I've always craved that really. In Ingersoll for awhile I was very well known. I hated it. When everyone thinks they know you, they think they know things about you.
I like being able to walk down the street and not having people recognize me. I like being anonymous.
Toronto has been good for me creatively. I have been playing my guitar a lot more frequently. I've been listening to tons of music. I've even been writing a new song. I read lots and take lots of pictures. And there's a lot to take pictures of.
I think I can see myself being here for awhile.
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