a short list of things i miss:
chinatown bakeries, egg tarts, pineapple buns
city rooftops
the waterfront on a Toronto summer night
late night conversations in-person
long walks in the west end spent dissecting our twentysomething existences
conspiratorial wonderment at the bar under union station
sitting in cafés on saturday mornings
waiting for streetcars which never came
making new friends + new secrets
trinity bellwoods park + overpriced ice cream with friends
spring evening walks along the beltline on top of the train tracks
photo walks
driving around my hometown
hanging out with other people's dogs at the dog park
fresh mangoes from tiny asian fruit stands
flights, airports, travel
poetry slams at the Drake Hotel
home, which always happens to be wherever i'm not

pandemic isolation has found me fully coming to terms with the extent of my own extroversion and the realization that i feel most alive while outdoors, in cities, with people, over summer nights and shared secrets. i miss joy.
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