Sometimes journaling provides me with an opportunity to exorcize my demons, and sometimes it haunts me. I've been told that at some point in a blog's existence, it will inevitably include information about a cat or other furry pet---which is painfully dull for others to read---and that most blogs fizzle and die within the first year of its creation. I'll have you know that although I have gone the way of the cat (just once, give me a break), I will not let my beloved blog die.
When I'm not journaling in obscurity, I'm flirting with disaster, missing planes and planning adventures. I've just moved back to Canada from London (UK), where I developed unsavoury habits like looking left before crossing the street, holding my fork curved down, and asking for the 'loo'. Follow me as I fumble my way to familiarity in my new home – Toronto . I promise won't spare you the gritty city details.