The HMS Vicky left the Port of Montreal quite a while ago and has docked for a stay in my hometown of Markham, Ont. The town of Markham isn’t on the water, so there no possibility of keeping a boat here. So I’ve docked her in the waters of the nearest body of water: Lake [...]
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I had a revelation when I realized I would be writing this entry in hip café with free wi-fi. I’m enjoying a big chai latte looking out at the bustling street of brunch-goers and shoppers. There are some bubbles floating by the cafe entrance and, across the street, a poncho-wearing mouse who’s handing out flyers is [...]
Every time I come home from abroad it feels like no time has passed. My parents are always there waiting for me at arrivals. After a brief, glad but unemotional reunion, we head towards the parking lot. Before we can make it to the car, some kind of bickering will break out between [...] I’m writing from the Taiwan Taoyuan International Airport (again.) One year ago (almost to this day) I was standing at the Schiphol airport in Amsterdam at the boarding gate. My first signs of dread only appeared when I saw my fellow passengers toting Aritzia carry-on bags and heard the sounds of native English swirling around [...]
I am tired, greasy, light-headed and sitting in the food court of the Taipei Taoyuan Airport waiting for my flight to Hong Kong. The old lady sitting next to me is posing for a picture with her chicken sandwich from Burger King. Patrons of the Chinese take-out restaurant carry bamboo steamers and giant bowls [...] |
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