I’m in Toronto and having a great, relaxed time. I’m eating in great local restaurants, seeing big dumb summer movies with friends (cinemas! we don’t have those in Wick), and being totally, utterly, absolutely in love with the people I work with.
It’s great to work directly with the team members at my client’s office, and to quickly turn around jobs by collaborating right there and then in the moment. I like and respect these people so much, and am grateful for the blessing of having this work and these relationships.
I will not be sliding down any inflatable escape-chutes any time soon.
The only thing missing is my darling. It’s an ache being apart from him, but I know that space and time apart are healthy.
Last night I wrote this to him, which sums up how I’m feeling:
Even though I’m far away from you, my heart is light because of you, brimming with joy. I feel enormous, easy love for the friends I see, and instead of wary urban suspicion, I regard the people on the street with affection for their humanity.
I see handsome people on bikes or walking past and simply smile like I would at a funny advert. I remember all the hot chases, conquests, and losses, and I simply feel free from the strivingness of all that. And from the sadness; joyfully free from the heavy-hearted, sooty-veined sadness. I am not saved, but I am delivered.
Thank you. I miss you. I love you.
Location:Markham St,Toronto,Canada
