After flying to toronto tuesday night I boarded another louder bigger plane, bound for Amsterdam.
About an hour into the flight, I was gazing out the window and recognized a "big" lake spread out below me, reflecting the shadow of the moon back in every shiny inch of its surface. The lake of course, was Dows Lake. Home. Almost home, anyway. The more I looked the more I could see and recognize and miss. I could see the odd grid of Centretown, the lustre of the canal shining it's glossy surface back at the moon. I could see the major streets (Somerset, Laurier, Gladstone, Elgin) and I hadn't truly felt far away from home until I could trace the outlines of home onto the window next to my seat, listening to Laura Veirs sing about Galaxies. Galaxies indeed.
And now that's it. I'm here. And so far, I love this city. In many ways it feels like a city whose streets I have walked before, though everything is new. You can follow along in photos over here, if you'd like. If you're not a bicycle lover, you may wonder "geez - what is UP with all those bike photos she is taking?" but seriously, you cann't avoid them here. They are *everywhere*. And I love it.