Back To Ontario

To continue my last post: So, I moved. There was a last-minute snafu involving - who else? - Quebec hydro, that lead to a mental breakdown, a lot of swearing and then a significant outlay of funds. However, I managed to overcome that last little wrinkle, and barring a threatening phone call from my old landlord or the girl who's taking over my apartment, I am free of Montreal.

And it feels kind of gross.

Especially since I've become the cliche of cliches, a New York Times Magazine article. Yes, I am now one of those twentysomethings who has taken wing, soared above the city... and turned right around and back into the nest. I rather exhausted my savings being unemployed in Montreal, and until I find a job in Toronto, I am living in Guelph.

I keep on having terrifying premonitions that this whole experiment will end with me eating cheezies and watching The Price Is Right at two in the afternoon, entertaining erotic notions about Bob Barker and wondering why I now have to settle for Drew Carey.

Anyway, I want to get this blog back on a 1962 recipe-making, movie-bitching path, but I think that's at least a week away while I deal with my quarterlife crisis. Until then, I'm going to try and explain my hometown with daily posts on particularly Guelphy artifacts, starting with the local independent bookstore/ art house cinema's bimonthly listings. Oh yes, in Guelph we believe in versatility.