It’s pretty early-on in March, but it feels like this winter has been a particularly rocky one.  I thought I had experienced all the different types of winter Toronto had to offer but this has been one that makes me desire more palm trees and less icy sidewalks.

Roses on their Last Legs

appreciating pink nail polish

stretching my brain’s capacity for change

saving pennies for adventures

reading A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin

thinking about hula-hooping in the park once it is really spring

listening to Wes Anderson soundtracks

drinking peanut butter & banana smoothies

being my typical hermit self

quoting Steve Martin in “The Jerk

looking for the difference

trying to make my hair as big as possible

remembering another version of me

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