Stranded in the thought of woods

Last week, I moved in with my buddy Chelle. It was a spur of the moment decision and now I find myself living in a small house in East York. Yes, East York. I didn't really escape the suburbs. Instead of being surrounded by the wealthy immigrants of Markham, I'm in the older, more Caucasian suburb bordering Scarborough and the Don Valley Parkway. It's OK though, the rent is affordable and it's temporary. I have access to a foozeball table, Wii, PS2, Game Cube and an interesting cat named Phoenix.

My favourite thing is that we share a side yard with the upstairs neighbours. Although my parents have a backyard on their Markham property, it's not very accessible since it's in a townhouse complex. One has to trudge through the basement (where I've put my life in boxes) to get to the back door OR go around the complex and through neighbours' yards. It's not very private or nice, despite the view of the golf course.

Here in East York, however, there is a nice side yard with green grass, a big weeping tree and toys strewn all over. I like it, despite the mess, I think it's charming and last Wednesday, I decided it symbolizes everything I love about spring: the re-emergence of forgotten toys, leaves and colour.

I hope you're enjoying spring. This humidity is gross, but at least there's colour again.

[mp3] Feist - I Feel It All
[mp3] Sarah Harmer - The Hideout