Home for the Holidays

I just arrived back in Toronto last night. I've gotten used to the 5 hour flight, even when I was surprised with WestJet not having a touch screen movie option, I was still able to fill the time. While decending into Toronto I push the person next to me aside so I can get a better view of the big city below... "How beautiful the lights are" I thought, and then looking back and forth I found myself searching for mountains and the water... Nothing. WTF where'd they go!???? OH WAIT we don't have those on the east coast. I've gotten so used to a gorgeous view, I thought it was normal... Nope. So what is the east coast? Flat, full of cement, and unathletic people. Damn. I mean it's my home... but... Vancouver is my new home, and I like it... a little bit more.

My father came to the airport to pick me up, we go outside to find the car and then I realized. ONTARIO'S EFFING COLD!!!!! Holllllyyyyyyyyyy the cold, the wind, everything. And I know it's been a mild winter for Toronto so far, but I've gotten so used to the west where in the past week it's been an average of 7 degrees. My body does not appriciate the negative numbers.

I arrive home to the house I grew up in, with a burning fire, and bacon wrapped millet mignons waiting. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. "Meredith. Make the ceasar salad. Meredith. Hang up your jacket. Meredith. What do you think your doing!?" (Okay yes, a warm welcome and hugs came before this, and my mother did need help cooking dinner...) I'm just saying... It's weird become home.

After dinner I go pick up my friend at the new apartment I've never been too. I then realized I know the streets of Vancouver better than Toronto, it just makes more sense. We go pick up my other friends and head to The Ossington (which is a small popular bar that attract the local hipsters). But there was a bouncer outfront saying it was at capacity... We look in the window and there's clearly enough space. WTF. So we go to Sweaty Betty's which was jammed pack but we were able to get a drink. Go back to The Ossington, still too full. We go to another bar across the street, empty. Weird. So from there on the 6 of us sat, caught up, and drank.

I go home surprisingly early, at 1:20, raid my parents fridge, and go sleep for 12 hours. Amazing.

It's so weird to be home, even for the holidays.