Somehow hometowns always feel exactly the same as when you left them. Five months down the road and it's the same Ottawa sun beating down on the same streets, and the same pool, and the same (slightly better tanned) version of me (+ 1 year). Since re-entering the country, I've been relegated to the glorious ranks of the funemployed, living in my parents basement crafting feathery headbands and waiting for growing up to kick in. I'm looking for direction.
This week's loves: VV knitted cardigan, potato + leek soup, and john cusack.