I miss blogging
As in, blogging like back-in-the-days blogging, when photo sharing took a lot of time and there were no other micro blogging and status update tools like twitter and facebook to augment your every minute activity reporting. Because back then, I actually sat down, and take the time off to think about what I was going to write. It was time consuming and it was somewhat of a craft. Nowadays the craft is about cramming little thoughts into 140 character bit and make them funny.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks in the middle of boystown district of Toronto, surrounded by gay men who make small talk about the shitty weather to each other. I’m killing time. And this is the first time in a long time I can remember killing time – because I usually run out of it. Ironically though, I don’t feel any more productive these days.
We’re moving to a new apartment next week. It’s kind of exciting to have a new place and re-set the things we own into new spot so that we might appreciate them again. Our new apartment is in the middle of Toronto’s Little Italy neighborhood. Our landlord is Italian and her whole family live on the same street. Our neighbor downstairs has a cute grey cat named Sam.
We’ll have to take public transportation to get to and from work now – not something I look forward to but maybe the routine will get me to appreciate Toronto more since I’ll be out of my little 4-block comfort zone that I was constricted to for the past 18 months.
Oops, now I’m out of time. That was quick.