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A fellow mommy and former co-worker of mine fiercely defends her choices. God speed, woman.

toronto: the world meets here.

Here’s what I know for sure:

I’m with him.
I’m staying with him,
and we're going to Toronto.
Together.

I’ve done the big city thing, albeit on a much smaller scale by all comparisons. But my experiences from the city of Ottawa have to count for something, right? There are a lot of people and a plethora of job opportunities in Ottawa. Sort of. I used to love that city. I suppose I should thank my mommy-friend for taking the piss out of that one.

During a two hour MSN conversation, she pitched to me the idea of living in the big, bad city of Toronto. Really, it took her all of 3 seconds to convince me to jump the small town ship and hightail it to TO (the rest of the two hours were spent plotting our subsequent take-over of the city. But not really.)

A ton of career opportunities, an even huger ton of organized recreational events, and a vast spectrum of people and cultures; these reasons equal reason enough.

So I repitched it to him. I don't even know how he could still manage to surprise me with his eagerness and willingness to do anything and everything. He was on board almost instantly, like nothing, while I tried not to spontaneously combust with happiness.

Of course there'll be the adjustment to unfamiliarity, and the reworking of my entire life, but I’m so ready for this that I could scream. This is what I’ve been going insane for the past two years for. Apparently good things do come to those who wait.

Good things: i.e., blowing this popsicle stand with the love of my life and my little munchkin, to the global city we call Toronto;
the city we'll call home.

debut

Yesterday was wicked. Anytime a Boudreau and a Cooke get together, there's bound to be trouble.
Never mind the endless streams of "your mom" and "that's what she said" jokes; and the inevitable onslaught of pure, unadulterated ownage that will go down via the Xbox 360. No, no. There's a whole other realm of possibility just aching to break free and run rampant.

Yesterday, I discovered two things: three months is too long to go without seeing your best friend; and, well, I love making movies.

No need to adjust your screen or clean your eyeglass lenses. You read that last bit correctly. I’ll soon be making my YouTube debut in the form a short film entitled, "Cocaine in the Propane."

*cue applause*

Won't mother be proud.

So, here's the plot: two friends (one of which has a cocaine addicted brother) decide that intervention time has arrived, and things quickly get out of hand.

Think Mia Wallace meets Bruce Campbell.
On crack.
And hungover.
Yeah, that about sums it up.

And if you think you'll enjoy that melting pot of cinematic awesomeness, then you'll love the bloopers reel. Come on, you get an eight-minute short from 44 minutes of footage, and you're bound to have some pretty fabulous outtakes. Although most of the bloopers were more the "oops, I forgot to pause the recording" type... which kind of gives the viewer a genuine fly-on-the-wall experience. Still hilarious.

Alas, my creative abilities with a video camera, both in front and behind (that's what she said) will soon be published for the entire world to see.
I’ll be pleased if we break 100 views...
ha. Haha... Ugh.

revelation

I told my best friend that all I needed to jumpstart my motivation was to have a random stranger walk up to me, unannounced, and tell me exactly where I’m supposed to be going.

"Why a stranger?"

A messenger of fate; unbiased and pure; a perfect stranger. Not someone to carry me across the finish line but to just point me in the right direction.

He thought it was odd that I’d desired the opinion of an unknown person in matters such as my future. He said, "maybe you'd need a touch of bias in that kind of advice; someone who has your best interests in mind and not just an aimless talking head."

He was right.

And that's when it struck me, so subtly, I nearly missed it: this emissary had already arrived.

I’ve already got my perfect stranger.

absolute

it matters not where you've been.
care not where you've come from.
all that matters,
from here on in,
is where you're headed.
and the future looks peaceful.