Back to the Roost

What personal business did I leave off the blog in the past month? Well, my internship in Victoria ended, and although I briefly entertained the notion of trying to stay out in the West Coast, I just as quickly decided to pack my (over airplane regulations) bags and head back East.

This decision lead to many things. A few nights spent sleeping in the living room. Dressing out of suitcases. The purchase of unemployment rum*. Ten days spent no more than a metre apart from my parents. And now, a return to Guelph.

Yep, I'm back at the homestead - a strange mid-sized city, an hour and change away from Toronto, and somewhere over the crest of my sanity. I did a whole series on Guelph artifacts last year. If you want the official version, the city of Guelph's website is this way. Library memberships have been renewed and subscriptions set up at the comic book store, but I keep on hoping a magical job offer will arrive before Animal Man #2, so I can move to Toronto. But don't tell the Guelpherati that, or I'll be barred from The Bookshelf's cinema.

*Depending on my mood, said rum was also named either "employment insurance rum, hooray" or "poverty rum of despair". You can decide which mood went with which name.