Well, I’m back in Toronto.  Or I have been for awhile.  I guess I failed at the blogging every day thing.  December was a bad month for it, seeing as I kind of lose my grip on time when I don’t have structure holding me in it.

I got into Toronto just in time for the brutal snowfall.  I know, every Canadian makes a million jokes about how we can’t handle snow in Toronto because Mel Lastman called in the army that one time, but this was just terrible.  It was even worse because I’m so used to Vancouver and I was wearing a T-shirt and a raincoat.  The salt and snow have ripped apart my boots, and I think they’re done for.  Those boots were my only footwear for the past three years.  They were very good boots, and I’ll miss them.  Hopefully I can get another pair just like them before I go back to Vancouver.

My dad bought me snow boots so I can get around more easily here, and I realized it’s been years since I’ve worn rubber boots, and I completely forgot how to walk in them.  I must have looked really silly during my christmas shopping.

I’m not spending as much time with my family as I’d like to be.  Both my parents are working all through christmas, so I barely see either of them.  I’m happy to get my mom’s cooking again, though.  I baked potato bread rolls for her the other day to show her I could.  It’s kind of a big deal.  Baking bread is probably the only thing close to a skill I’ve ever built in my life, and I just started this year.

Honestly, when I think about how unskilled I am in comparison to everyone else I know it depresses me a bit.  Everyone I know my age has something they can do that I couldn’t dream of doing because they were practicing while I was reading and playing video games.  But being depressed doesn’t help anything.  I remember when I was thirteen years old and I thought it was too late for me to get into shape…  I feel really stupid for that now.  I know I wasted my youth, but I’ve still got quite a bit of youth left in me and I’ll feel even worse if I waste the rest of it.

I’d make a new years resolution pertaining to that soon, but I hate new years resolutions.  I just need resolve every day.

Being in Toronto becomes less fun for me every time I come back here.  I’m starting to understand why I left in ways I didn’t even realize when I made the decision.