Uh oh. Every time I go to Toronto - especially in the fall - I want to move back.
I stayed with my friend N. She lives in the neighbourhood surrounding Casa Loma, a Gothic Revival mansion-castle-thing which is itself kind of odd-looking. The neighbourhood, though, is lovely. Its streets are quiet and lined with Victorian row houses, old trees and little front gardens. N walks everywhere - to amazing restaurants, used bookshops and little independent grocers. Being there even made me miss the subway; living in a small city, as I do now, doesn't enforce a sense of community in the same way Toronto and other larger cities do. Sigh. I miss it.
I did a lot of walking this weekend, and I'm happy to say I held up really well. I've also been easing myself back into an ellyptical routine, trying for 10-15 minutes a night.
We handed in our first papers at school yesterday, and now I'm scrambling to catch up on the reading I let slide while I wrote it (and obsessed over it). But, I have no classes on Fridays and it's Thanksgiving here, so I've got a four-day weekend in which to do it. And sleep in!