My first week here was easy and fun. I was healthy, I was visiting with people at work and during social time, things were falling together spontaneously and easily…
Then I got sick. I wasn’t sleeping properly and caught the office cold everybody has.
My friends’ dog ate my handmade greeting cards.
Toronto was hit by a major snowstorm and everything was cancelled.
Riding the TTC streetcars and subway lines across town started giving me panic attacks.
The hardness of Toronto’s water has made my torso react as if someone splashed me with acid.
And this morning I had a conversation with my editor that represents either a transition or an ending, depending on how my brain spins it from one minute to the next. One thing is decided: I won’t be travelling to Toronto anymore for work.
P.S. Apologies if I’ve not been very communicative. Sending e-mails here involves connecting to UK mobile roaming data services, which costs a lot.
