Roots. And getting back to them.
Whoa, look at that. I almost forgot I had this little old blog sitting here. But here I am posting and there is not a recipe in sight. What gives?
Well..
G and I are off to Canada tomorrow for a ridiculously overdue visit with friends and family. It stuns me to think that I haven't been home in over a year and a half. Friends have had babies, others have bought houses, and to top it all off my mom's got a new hairdo. Well, it was new about a year ago, but like I said, it's been awhile since I've been home.
So, we're packing up for 2 weeks in Toronto, and I'm bringing my new Parisian inspired scarf fetish with me. Who cares if it's hot out, all the girls in Paris do it, and now I do too. Don't make me give up my flare. I'm going to wear my scarf proudly and get myself to a hot dog vendor fast. Because damn it, Toronto sure makes some good street-dog.
It's a vacation that is going to be rather emotional for me. Seeing faces I haven't seen in a while, and seeing streets and sights that were once part of my daily routine. Strangely, I think it's going to feel good just to flash my Canadian passport and know that I am home.
We've had the opportunity to travel and I love it-- we have no plans to leave Paris anytime soon, but nothing can replace that feeling of belonging, that feeling that you are no longer a visitor.
Gets me all teary-eyed just thinking about it.
Aww. I'm such a sap.
I need a hotdog.
Well..
G and I are off to Canada tomorrow for a ridiculously overdue visit with friends and family. It stuns me to think that I haven't been home in over a year and a half. Friends have had babies, others have bought houses, and to top it all off my mom's got a new hairdo. Well, it was new about a year ago, but like I said, it's been awhile since I've been home.
So, we're packing up for 2 weeks in Toronto, and I'm bringing my new Parisian inspired scarf fetish with me. Who cares if it's hot out, all the girls in Paris do it, and now I do too. Don't make me give up my flare. I'm going to wear my scarf proudly and get myself to a hot dog vendor fast. Because damn it, Toronto sure makes some good street-dog.
It's a vacation that is going to be rather emotional for me. Seeing faces I haven't seen in a while, and seeing streets and sights that were once part of my daily routine. Strangely, I think it's going to feel good just to flash my Canadian passport and know that I am home.
We've had the opportunity to travel and I love it-- we have no plans to leave Paris anytime soon, but nothing can replace that feeling of belonging, that feeling that you are no longer a visitor.
Gets me all teary-eyed just thinking about it.
Aww. I'm such a sap.
I need a hotdog.
posted by Michèle at 12:05 PM
15 Comments:
Ok, so I see the word roots in the title of this post. And I think, "Jeez, what's this obsession with hair? isn't this a food blog?"
Then I start reading and realize it's about your trip to somewhere called 'Canada' (...which I always thought was a pink mint...or where they made dry ginger ale.)
Is it really a place? How cool!
Aha! Then I see the reference to hair, your mom's hair, to be specific. And I get it: Oswego Tea is a Canadian hair treatment.
Have a good trip. And Paris will be hair, um, I mean, here when you get back.
Enjoy the hot dogs and the heat! I'm getting hungry thinking about all my favorite places to eat in that city. Have fun!
Enjoy your trip to Toronto!!
Well, welcome home. I am here in my finally cooled down apartment in the Big Smoke. You are lucky to have missed the first heat wave of the season. Unfortunately, you have not missed the random, wildcat, TTC strikes. Grab a hamburger and sweet potato fries at Shanghai Cowgirl and settle in.
Fai Jackson, in North York (the south end)
Have a wonderful trip! Your post reminded me of the years I spent living far from home and how great it felt to come back for visits. Not only was it wonderful to see friends and family, it was just nice to be in a place where I instinctively knew how things worked and where to go to get anything accomplished. It was a relief.
It was also a little dangerous as I found they had installed extra stop signs while I had been away and I, not anticipating them, would drive right through.
Enjoy those hot dogs--and everything else!
Have a safe trip and good visit with friends an family.
Paz
You go enjoy those great hot-dogs... and the rest, obviously!
Welcome back to the T-dot.
Hope you have a wonderful time while you're here, and I hope you get a chance to enjoy some fantastic food.
Such a nice post :) I hope you have a wonderful time.
Along with the emotions, it's corn dogs for us when we go "home".
Today is June 6, and as I walked along Paris streets, taking in the most beautiful day of the year so far, I was thinking of you.
Never give up your flare!
Or your sapiness!
hmmmm, I think I need to attend your scarf wrapping class...ok? wanna'?
after vacation!
Yes, but you're a cute "sap"! Wear that flare with flare! Have a wonderful trip back to this side of the Atlantic!
That's so cute! Welcome back, even if for only two weeks.
i know how it feels...to leave a place you grew up in and then to return to it once every few years for a short period. still, i hope you cherished it all.
cheers!
Welcome home, Michele!
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