Home

So, here I am. Toronto. Home.

It's been four days since my big return and I've already turned down a potentially decent temporary job in favour of being a bum for at least two weeks after so much hard work in Brighton. They tell me I deserve a bit of a break. I'm already bored.

Without moaning too much about it, I will say this: I am not happy to be home. If you're judging my current state of mind based on the photo here, you will be mislead... greatly mislead. I appear to be smiley, happy, thrilled with life back at home (well, maybe some of those things crossed your mind), but in fact I am not.

I took this photo while talking to a friend in England over MSN with web cams. It's talking to the friends that I left behind that makes me smile that way now that I'm so far away; NOT being here in my parents' basement on a slow-as-molasses computer. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be around familiar faces and familiar places, but it just doesn't feel like home anymore. The sea does not lull me to sleep here and the seagulls do not rudely wake me at half five. I would give anything to be sat on the beach right now, with a can of diet Coke and a veggie burrito. But alas, that will have to wait.

It's autumn in Toronto: my favourite time and place. I should be enjoying this.