Coming Back

 This past weekend I came back home after being away for almost 7 months. It sounds pretty unreal just thinking about it, but this is yet another testament to the fact that time flies, as I certainly didn’t feel like it was 7 months maybe 2-3 at the most. 

I felt euphoric after my plane landed in Pearson International this Saturday, and I had imagined that coming home would be magical and exciting. It wasn’t that at all. I found that people had lives regardless if I was there or not. I didn’t expect people to drop everything and welcome me back, so this wasn’t as much of a shock for me. The thing that got me the most is the speed of this city.

Everything here just happens fast, especially downtown. I felt a little bit out of sync walking around the city.

A lot of things seem old but unfamiliar, it’s really a unique feeling that you get, I don’t know if there is anything like it. I imagine it would be much more distinct if I travel back to the town that I was born in, as I wasn’t there for 7 years already.

In other words, I am back I want to try to get some writing in so keep an eye out if you are reading this.