Not Underwhelmed. Not really Overwhelmed.

Can I just be 'whelmed'?

It has been weeks (almost a month?) since I have updated here which makes it so difficult to describe everything that has been happening in the last few weeks.

Week 1: Orientation week. Saw my first baseball game (it was a record-breaking SMALLEST CROWD EVER at a Jays game). Went to a live comedy show (YukYuks) for the first time. Entrusted with a human skull.

Week 2: I cried. A lot. I've never missed home that much before. Instead of jumping right in I hung back a bit. People thought I was shy.

Week 3: Mark visited. For a whole week! It was wonderful! It actually helped me adjust. My milk went bad. Our taste buds went on a world tour. We had terrible shawarma (Mark's first taste).
Saw my second baseball game. Both losses. Mark saw his 7th game. All 7 have been losses. The Jays won every game that week except the one we saw. They shouldn't let Mark go to their games.
Bought my first lottery ticket. Lost my first lottery.

Now: Finally getting adjusted. Cooking meals. Packing lunches. Doing trendy things like buying organic rooibos tea in Kensington Market. Hit up Word on the Street. Reconnected with so many people; everyone seems to end up in TO.

That was just the surface of a very intense month (both good intense and tough intense). The burden of relaying so much information was keeping me away but I hope I'm back to blogging.

Update: Moved In

If I'm going to subtitle this blog Toronto Adventure then a) I should blog about being in TO, and b) I should start being a little more adventurous. We rolled up Friday night, unloaded, unpacked and crashed. I'll admit that since then I've been a bit of a sourpuss. For the first time in all the moving around I have done I just wanted to go home. Take me back to the great white north, I'll work at Tim Hortons.

I guess I'm not looking forward to single-room existence again (the common area isn't very functional). The house felt small, the city overwhelmingly crowded (and BIG!), the choices too many (yes, the paradox of choice), the Mark's too few.

But I'm ready to tackle TO now. I've figured out where my building is, I've made my space my space, I've experienced Church street in a low dose (it is very lively: assless chap'd transvestite anyone?) and I've relaxed.

Things I look forward to:
1. A visit from Mark (10 sleeps!)
2. Buying some of my grocery items at specialty shops (a chicken breast at the local hormone-free butcher here, a wedge of brie from the cheese shop around the corner)
3. My ROM membership!
4. Meeting the people from my program (ice cream social tomorrow night!)
5. Trying out the gym in the condo (or at least i'm telling myself this)