I am officially a nomad. One who lives out of a suitcase, traversing from urban landscape to urban landscape.

Okay, so not really, but it has definitely been one hell of a week.

Friday, we land at Pearson at around 5, my mom picks me up and takes me to my grandmother's house for some good homestyle Chinese cookin'.

Saturday, I got up nice and early, out of my own natural will (stupid Moncton French Boot Camp routine is still in my blood) and went to the concert festival thing on Olympic Island. Although, in all truthfulness, I would have liked to see John Mayer once again, Sam Roberts was definitely great; Lots of head banging fun. Although food was ridiculously expensive on what shall hencehereforth (is that a word?) be known as "the island of vacuuming cash". $4 for a hotdog (and not even one of those jumbo street vendor kinds!), $6 for a hamburger (!!) and $4 for a slice of pizza. Mind you, we were on the island for about 10 hrs, and with my limited source of cash, I shelled out $25 for a Sam t-shirt, $4 for a hotdog and $3 for a bottle of Pepsi. So on our way back after the concert at around 11 PM, we rode the longest ferry boat ride, ever, to find ourselves finding salvation within the sweet, sweet bliss of a street hotdog.

Sunday, I got up nice and early, yet again, out of my own natural will. Packed up the last of my things and got into the Malibu with my mom to head down to Cleveland to make a visit with my dad.

....Shopped, etc, etc...

And here I am.

Home sweet home.


:: Emily 11:50 PM [+] ::