Thursday, December 3, 2015

I wrote this text a few months ago when autumn had started. Autumn and probably September or October.

taken from my balcony
I feel so ashamed that I really do not know what to say. My silence throughout these past months has been unpardonable and I have no other excuses except I needed 'time out'. And once the thread is broken, it is very hard to start and connect it back together. I am still going through the adjustment period as far as Toronto is concerned. The journey from small town peaceful and mostly English speaking St. Catharines to multi mega multi cultural Toronto with appaling traffic during rush hour is simply not an easy step to take. My apartment is much bigger here and the view is still worth a million dollars. Now that autumn has arrived, I love it. Looking down from my windows, summer was rich, luscious and beautifully green. However, the landscape of autumn is exciting, breathtaking and I find myself looking out at the scenery many times during the day when I am working on the computer. And then of course, there is nighttime!! Not to forget my longing to board another airplane. Just one more time. It appears that maybe our building is in line of landings or arrivals for Toronto Pearson airport. And how I love the sight of those huge creatures flying above, roaring along in the clear sky. Even when I am walking, I cannot help myself but stop and crane my neck to take another look at the plane above me. And if it happens to be British Airways or Lufthansa, well, I guess I don't have to mention that I reach for a tissue - sometimes. Not always. There are times when I am excited and realize the opportunities that I am given here - and there are times when I am grateful to have had the strength to make that move.

But a move it was and it was not at all what I have experienced so far during my long-ish life. First of all, there was the matter of not having any hot water in the shower. And I mean, HOT water! Management assures me that it is finally fixed: SIX months later. Yes, that's how long it took for a plumber to figure it out. In the meantime, it took many desperate calls and emails to the city of Toronto, (call 311) and have an inspector to come out to measure the actual temperature. The norm should be between 39 and 46 degrees Celsius. Mine was around 15, and sometimes even 25C. Too cold to enjoy a shower.

another view from my balcony
don't you just love it?

1 comment:

Kait said...

Dear Ms. Sabina,
I am sorry to hear about your husband's passing. I knew that you were having problems with your surgeries and that your husband had had a heart attack, but didn't know the rest. My condolences to you and your family. At least you have plenty of photos and a lifetime of memories that you can still put down on paper. Thinking of you, Kait.