Sunday, July 26, 2009

What I miss

is the architecture in Krakow.



I even sort of miss the cobblestones (although my ankles don't):

Sklep

This art supply shop is located only a few steps away from my former flat in Krakow. I walked by it almost every day, always peering in the windows to see what was new, yet never actually going inside.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Pansies

I took this pic my last night in Krakow, at the flower market in the Rynek, and completely forgot about it until I downloaded my photos a few days ago.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Buty

I finally downloaded all of the photos I took the last few months I was in Europe and have spent the last few hours looking through them.

This snapshot is for K and P who each bought something like 6 pairs of shoes while visiting me in Poland in early April. Oddly, I don't think I purchased even one pair in the entire two years I lived there.



We found this shoe store in Zamosc, a lovely town in eastern Poland. Not sure how many pairs the Canadians purchased here, but I know it was more than one.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

You can go home again

I'm lying on the couch in my newly renovated living room. I've just cleaned it in anticipation of showing it off to my grandmother tomorrow afternoon.

I guess I've been back in Canada now for 6 or 7 weeks and I finally feel like I belong here.

The first few weeks were rough: I was sad and depressed about leaving Krakow and felt completely displaced (for a while I bandied about the phrase relocation dislocation) and at loose ends. I hid out at my friend S's house in Leslieville, working from there most days and leaving the house only to run errands or to go to the gym and to check out the progress on my renovations.

But I've adapted. I'm living in my own house now and the renovations are almost completely finished. I no longer have to spend most of my non-working hours making house or car-related decisions leaving me more time to spend reconnecting with my friends.

Plus, it is summer and despite a strike by the city employees (creating mounds of garbage everywhere and shutting down public services like pools and ferries), Toronto is a pretty good place to be. The trees are green, the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining (well most of the time), and the patios are open.

A part of me will always miss Krakow, but for now I'm home and I'm happy.