This is the first story, in a short series of stories, about my experience in Mariposa. So, to kick things off right, I’ll begin with where I live. From the outset, please be aware that any facts I state, about anything, in this or any of the pieces about Mariposa are all coming straight from… Continue reading Where I Live: Mariposa
During the last week, I have been looking for apartments in Toronto. It’s never fun looking for apartments, especially in Toronto. The pictures on the websites often don’t match the actual state of the unit, and the listed prices are, at best, relatively close but still less than what you’re actually going to pay each… Continue reading Upcoming: Tales Of and From Mariposa
When my folks were up a few weeks ago, they managed to convince me to go home for a quick visit. With my mom standing over my shoulder, I booked a ticket home an hour or so before I was to drive them to the airport.
It’s now 2:20 am, and I’ve been awake thinking about the date that I have tomorrow at noon. I’ve been passing the time by chatting with friends over pints of beer, and reading a book by my high school sweetheart, who is now married, with child, and happier than I could ever have made her. I’m… Continue reading I’ve Got a Date Tomorrow at Noon
Tomorrow, June 4, 2014, marks an interesting anniversary in my life. It was two years ago tomorrow that I decided to finally move to Toronto, and start making a life for myself.
It’s Valentine’s Day. Yay. 🙂 Bullshit.
When I’m in Mariposa, I enjoy the town, and its quiet and routine. I enjoy the countryesque lifestyle. The people here are friendly and welcoming. Everything is just, nice. That is, until I visit Toronto.
I just finished my first placement. I was working at a school in Etobicoke. I would commute from this quiet little town, that I call home, to the fringes of the big smoke every morning. Incidentally, I would find myself driving back in the evenings.
It’s ten after seven in the evening, and I’m exhausted. I just drove thirty minutes each way to get a coffee from Starbucks, because my coffee maker has had enough for the week, and I’m still tired. I mean, I’ve been up since noon, so, really, it’s not so bad to feel tired by now.
The laundry room in my apartment building closes at 10 pm. This is too early. Tonight I wanted to do laundry, but I couldn’t because it was getting close to 10 pm. So, I searched out a 24-hour laundromat in town. Can you believe that this town of 30 000 people has a 24-hour laundromat?… Continue reading My First Laundromat Experience