Nine months ago, I opened this space. I ripped off the wrapping, and left it to grow. Under the guise of co-op, it received a little love. Then two back-to-back school terms arrived and I couldn’t find a moment to catch my breath. The moments not filled with homework were stolen in sleep (and netflix). I can make all the excuses I want, and yes, there are many (weddings! one as maid of honour! midterms! finals! a whirlwind trip around North America! the busiest school term I’ve ever seen! getting a job in Switzerland! did I mention Switzerland! oh my god, I’m moving to Switzerland! for 8 whole months!), but when it comes down to it, I didn’t write. I didn’t sit, and take the time to fill this page.
And yet, there is so much that I want to remember from this time. Stories, friendships, life. Emotions, understanding, change. Because, oh so much has happened. And sometimes the photos say more than I ever could.
New hobbies included the unlikely activity of axe-throwing. (As their slogan says, “like darts, but with axes”). It’s such great fun, and we’ve met so many wonderful people.
My dearest friend married her love. It was crazy and beautiful and hilarious.
My uncle played Massey Hall. It was the best show I’ve been to. Such energy, such joy. They were welcomed on stage with a standing ovation. Everyone sang along to their biggest song. Love filled that space.
The Jays filled the nights. On Canada day, that meant going to the game. In the months after, it meant nail-biters and cheering them onto the playoffs.
I got to visit home, for a short bit of time. This guy doesn’t do phones, so seeing him is all there is.
Nothing means home like the mountains, like this place. Those Rocky Mountain lakes, buried way up high.
My brother shared his Louisiana with me. It was beautiful. The quiet in-between moments meant the most though.
On what felt like the first (only) almost-relaxed weekend of the semester, we picked pumpkins and carved them. They made it outside just moments before our first trick-or-treaters.
Everything comes back to food. This week, with friends and galettes, we laughed into the night.