It’s my first time living entirely on my own (kinda), in a city that isn’t Toronto. the only place I’ve really ever known.

I’m glad I traveled so much these past few years, it helps. There’s a faint sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar.

Now that it's day two, I’m starting to feel what this shift really means.

Suddenly, all the defaults of my life are gone. The stores, the streets, the food, even the brands I’d reach for without thinking, aren't all there. I have to build a new context of everything from scratch.

It’s not bad. It’s just new. The difference is, when you’re traveling, the unfamiliar feels temporary, almost like a game. Now I'm acknowledging this is my life for the next little bit, and there’s something sobering about that. The best part about it is that there's space, a lot of space to do something new. Maybe even better :)

I'm glad my sublet turned out good, I was stressed about it. Next up, finding an actual place.