Tuesday, February 28, 2012

It's Good To Be A Tourist Where You're From

Something that has occurred to me before but which has become a more concrete thought in the past year is; it is good to be a tourist where you're from.


Like every other boring person who goes away to school, I've gone through the regress-to-the-mental-state-of-a-five-year-old phase when returning home for visits. Some kind of world-crumbling depression hits me and the horror of living with my parents for two whole weeks during Christmas seems positively impossible.

It's okay. I don't sympathize with myself either.

Anyway. Now that I'm pretty much done with school I've pulled out my spyglass and set my sights towards the next landing site, which I think, will be California. San Francisco specifically. And perhaps home until such a time as I am able to accept employment/move to the city.

I am really going to miss Montreal. The fabulousness of the city bowled me over, of course, but I also proactively made myself have a good time here. And sometimes -sometimes- when I'm at home on break, I have been similarly bowled over by things I hadn't properly noticed before. Like Annadel. Russian River Brewing Co. The actual Russian River. Hwy 1. The local/organic/sustainable/slow food movement. Driving to the beach. Driving on the Bohemian Highway. I'm actually from a pretty sweet place.

Point is, once I brush the snow off of me for the last time (sob) in this totally awesome city and I'm a resident of the golden state once again, I have some things I want to do. The list, obviously, may grow, but for starters:

Rock climb
Go to sooo many farmer's markets
Fiddling Festival
Accordion(ing?) festival
Beekeep
Sheep + dairy product-making + sheering/carding/spinning/felting etc. wool
Zip-line through the redwoods
Learn Spanish
Visit Big Sur
Camp
Backpack