The older I get the more I notice I am turning into my mother. Albeit modern technology has me typing on a computer instead of the traditional pen to paper (which I am still a strong activist for I'll have you know). Never the less here I am as a younger protege in a robe and pjs with my cup of tea thinking of life's musings. As a perpetual sojourner of Toronto my time in this big city has been brief yet unending. 8 months here and 11 more to go. Its amazing how often it sounds like a prison sentence when I say that. But its more like purgatory then prison. Waiting for life to change its course.. yet again. Dental hygiene school is my life, and I seem to have developed my family's strange fascination and lust of teeth. It has also made me a slight workaholic in this fast paced city. When I was in Vancouver I longed for change. Any change. Something different then the city I had been moved to in grade 4. Now here I am. My wish granted. And no matter how many friends I make or how busy I make myself, I'm still left thinking of my friends at home. But even when I go home things won't be the same. I find life has a sneaky way of doing that - changing things while you're away. Some faces have left, others have just changed. And here I am trying to discover who I want to be in the midst of it all. Well at least life isn't boring... Milo (my trusty cat since I was 8 years old) has come with me and we are set to take on life's adventures together.