Some of you may know this, others may not, but I’m Canadian.
Living in the US has its challenges. I continue to have cross-border language issues, still referring to the garbage disposal as our garburator. I no longer refer to our whole milk as “homo”, but did grow up, as all Canadians do, drinking homo milk out of bags. Very European of us. Or bovine. Or just plain weird.
I’m still not accustomed to my kids having American passports. I went to my American university with a Canadian flag proudly stitched to the back of my Mountain Equipment Co-op backpack. But generally speaking, I’ve pretty much acculturated and have accepted that I’ll likely live out my years in the US, which isn’t such a bad thing.
This weekend I was back in my homeland for a visit, spending a few nights in Toronto for my mum’s 65th birthday party (yes, mum, not mom, see language comment above).
So the theme for the week is a Tale of Two Cities (as experienced through Skylines, Fashion, Selfies, and Airplane Views). Vote at your leisure, but please do take sides. I’d like to see some healthy debate below.
Two skylines
NYC
Toronto
Two dresses (aka “Who wore it best?”)
OK, this isn’t a Tale of Two Cities. More a Tale of Fashion Disasters. Mum vs. Sister-in-law. And no, guests, it was not planned. Would you plan to show up to your own birthday party wearing the same standout dress as someone else?
Two selfies
New York gangsta shop. Full throttle attempt to purchase a very long squash.
Toronto balcony hangout. There must be a spaceship landing behind me because it’s so bright, but I’m not curious, just happy because I’m spending one-on-one time this weekend with my littlest lady. And Eebee. That’s him in the corner. He’s off limits now because he fell on the airport floor too many times on the way home and needs a bath. He stinks.
Two airplane views
Walking through clouds after lift off in Toronto
Scary propellor on descent into Newark. Didn’t need to see that. Don’t look back when you’re on Porter sitting in a window seat. I couldn’t get the sentence “Mayday, mayday, Porter 132 do you copy? Do you COPY!” out of my head after I saw that thing.
