.By the skin of my teeth, I'm coming home.

Oh Toronto, how I love thee, let me count the ways.

one. two.

three.

Four. Five.

Emily and Breanne make the world go 'round. I was only there for two days and a night, but man oh man, we packed the adventures in.

Kensington market in the morning, perfect sunny warmth followed by a patio where you can smoke-up..This was probably one of my favourite spots. I must have looked so small town when I declared "You can smoke DOPE out here?!" You best believe I ordered a cookie and an iced mocha latte to go with that bitch.

Then we sushi'ed for lunch and grabbed some bubble tea. After a power nap Bre and I went to Rotate this and grabbed tickets for a show.

Hullllllloooo, Murder by Death, I love yoouuu.

Murder by death: my new favourite band of all time. Think country punk-esk with Electric Cello. God.Mix that with beers and amazing pot.... I was loving my life.

After the amazing MBD show and parking lot fiasco's we were picked up by my long time best male friend, Adam. We went over to his friend Kyle's place for more drinking. Well wouldn't you know it Emily started puking after the second shot of Whiskey.

The night went like this: Kyle hits on me. Emily pukes. I stop listening to Kyle. Kyle hits on Emily. Emily drinks another shot. Kyle tries to kiss me. Emily pukes again. I go back to ignoring Kyle. Kyle takes Emily into the other room in attempts to make out with her.

All in all , pretty damn hilarious. In Emily's words "He couldn't get you, so he went for puke girl. I had puke in my hair for Christ's sake. What a loser"

What a loser indeed.

After that I decided that, in lu of my recent encounters with the male kind (adding this one to the proverbial score board) that I have no luck what-so-ever when it comes to dudes.

So, I'm just going to avoid them.

All together.

Indefinitely.

The next morning we went for Breakfast at Shanghai Cowgirl. If you're ever in Toronto, avoid this spot like the plague.

The seating was made for model bum.

Now, don't get me wrong, my ass aka 'me bum', is there-I mean I have a bit of a booty, but it 'aint that Grande ,if you know what I mean...Well the booths at this place could barely hold me and my miniature ass in. I'm talking planks for seating. It was annoying, but hilarious at the same time trying to imagine how I'd actually be able to eat a meal comfortably there.

Breanne ordered a chocolate milk that I'm pretty sure was actually warm cream with a shot of chocolate in it, and to top it off I'm pretty sure none of the waitress eat there, or anywhere for that matter....and if they do they're sitting comfortably at their wee wittle model bum booths.

We went to a place called Java on Queen St, instead.

Not only did Java have cute waiters but their orange juice was freshly squeezed and their staff were really accommodating. After that we spent the rest of the morning roof jumping, taking pictures, people watching and sun-tanning on Bre's roof.

What I wouldn't give to be back there.

I hit up H&M on my way to the bus and snagged the cutest little summer dress. Now all I need is another sunny day , damnit, so I can wear the bloody thing.

Every time I'm in Toronto I feel so alive. Such a heavy contrast to Peterborough. In the Burough I feel like I'm in limbo...just waiting for my life to get started....So get started already!

It makes me wonder what I have left here. Some friends, a job I like , a house I enjoy....but all of those things use to be enough and now, well ,like always, I want more.

7 months ago I planned on moving to Montreal. Then I met a boy, and the once stagnant town I hated didn't seem like a place I would rot in anymore, It seemed like a place that was worth being in because he was in it too, and fuck ,anywhere he was couldn't be that bad. So I stayed. I stayed and went against all of my "strong, independent, loner" ideals and even said a cheerful "yes!" when he suggested moving in together after only 2 weeks of dating. "YES!" I cheered, because hell, I was in love. Head over heels, right from the get-go. He was my best friend and despite fighting against it for months I let him in... In him I saw everything that I thought I wanted. I saw the person I was going to build a home with, adventure with, tell my secrets to and laugh with. In him I saw love and I saw happiness. It scared me how bloody perfect for me he was.So I stayed. I stayed in Peterborough because I fucking loved him.Isn't that stupid? All for a dumb-perfectly unperfect boy, and now ,coming up to the year marker of when I first decided that he was someone I really enjoyed being around I'm back to square one. I really didn't think I'd be back here so soon.

I. Hate. Peterborough.

I miss Elliott.

I miss Toronto.

I just want one of my loves back.