2005-05-21/11:42 a.m.

how could i not choose to live here?

i fall in love with this city every time i visit. its like coming home. but i suppose the familiarity has to do with the memories. three summers ago, walking from a sublet apt to the booster juice and bookstore in the glebe where i got a hardcover copy of catch-22 for half what i paid for a softcover copy. or the creepy manequins in little italy while i waited to see danny michel at the great canadian theatre company, a weekend in a rented room two aprils ago. the bitter cold and snow while watching hawksley at the tulipfest some time ago. sweltering in the heat in an highrise, eating chocolate chip cookies and old honey, then going to a pride movie event in the market after the sun set. getting lost in brookefield with a vanfull of ikea furniture. countless movies at the bytowne theatre. my stepdad leaving vacation after less than a day, and taking my stepbrother with him, because i stood up for the kid. canada day with cowboys and serena ryder. seeing all the beer cases in parliarment through a basement window while mounties strode by, so tall. breaking my camera lens in the new athletic hall at carleton, while on a tour that never ended. writing poetry in a common room in glengarry house. researching for a soci paper in a comp sci lab. grocery shopping in hoggs back. iced caps, hot chocolate, in tim hortons all over this city. the heat. the snow. the rain. the snow. the snow. the snow.

fuck, i love this city. perhaps, one day, i will live here. for now, i will not visit often enough.