A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It’s homesickness, and the reason it’s strange is because technically, I am home.
I went to Banff this past weekend with my dad, my brother, my aunt, and my grandma. We didn’t see much of the town and we didn’t explore much of the mountains as per our usual activities when we’re in town. We spent nearly the entirety of our three-day excursion in the Fairmont Banff Springs hotel which is basically a castle in the mountains like out of a fairytale. It looks like this:
Our week in Toronto is over. In my last post I said coming to Toronto was like waking up. Well, leaving feels like dying…and going to hell.
Well, my sister and I have made it to Toronto (which you would know if you followed me on Snapchat at imiller27) and our first day was pretty chill.
Today on the way home from work, I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice when I caught a glimpse of an extraordinary piece of artwork.
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.
Okay, so I know this is a lazy post, but at least it’s a post. Right?
After sitting around doing nothing but work or school all summer, today my dad, brother, dog, and I finally decided to get out of here, just for the day. And if you live in Calgary, there are only a few places that fall under “just for the day”. 70% of the time we end up in Banff, like today.
The best way to know a city is to visit it alone and figure out your way around and what you like or don’t like. I decided this when I went to Paris. It held true for London. My last full day of my three years in England was spent alone in this grand city. But even without anyone to explore with, I ended up packing in a lot of adventure into my precious few hours.
Siân and I got up bright and early with the goal of going shopping in London’s one and only Camden Market. We were there for hours.