I was never particularly sentimental about holidays. As a kid, I kind of saw it as a nuisance – getting dressed up so I could be preached to and teased by older family members. Now that I am that older family member, I miss getting together with everyone to hear what they’re up to and…
I arrived home from Martinique on May 12, 2013. Since then, I visited London; interned at a newspaper; reconnected with my estranged father; went to Chicago on a road trip; visited my aunt in Manitoulin Island; had my first cottage weekend with friends; took the first steps to move to London with my long-term and…
