Late Nights In Ontario.

Returning back to your home town: people get so excited for it! And I think I understand. That whole nostalgic feeling, where everything around you is familiar and you have memories from your younger years.

For me however, returning back to Ontario bears an odd resentment. I feel that travelling places, and living in different cities has shaped me into the person I am. My views on life are slightly different with each country that I visit. And I think that's what allows me to grow as a person.
But when looking to others for inspiration, I don't find any of that in Ontario. All I see clearly is validation as to why I moved away - which feels pretty good in itself, I think. It's as if I'm succeeding, though I haven't actually accomplished anything.

That being said, my layover visit in Ontario has been amazing. My bestest friend lives in Hamilton, and though we live worlds apart now, spending time with her is awesome. So awesome in fact that I lost my voice 3 days in from yelling too much, and if you know me, I'm super stoked if I'm yelling.
I drank in local pubs with some good friends and caught up on life. I took a motorcycle ride to the Falls and back, I haven't seen Niagara Falls in so many years! I played with kids, and remembered why I don't have any yet. And of course, I saw some live music... and re-acquainted with friends from my Alberta days.

And with conversations about "making her wet", or having 84 orgasms in a week, or seducing a 42y yr old latino, and with reminiscing of the college years and planning Halloween parties and day trips and travel plans; I laughed my ass off and remembered why I love my friends so. Thanks Ontario, I'll see you in a month!

Smoke some Weed and Do some Yoga. Tofino, BC

I started going insane. I really did, not even as a joke. I was living in Vancouver, but not really living. I was working 2-5 jobs killing myself, was super stressed out, and was only enjoying myself when with some friends, at the beach, or at a rock show. But those times were few and far between.

I said "fuk it" got myself a doctors note, strapped a backpack onto my motorcycle, and headed to the surfing capital of Canada. My plan? I dunno, smoking some weed and do some yoga or something, what else do people do in Tofino. SURF. That's the real answer. And drink. I only did one of the two. Guess!

...To Be Continued...