Missing in London

Some of the trees in London have really big leaves, and they cover the sidewalk because it’s fall (autumn too) and I step on them on my way to and from work every day. But they don’t crunch because the air here has too much moisture, I guess, so it feels a bit like biting into stale potato chips (crisps, not fries). I didn’t think I would miss the feeling of leaves crunching under my feet, and I don’t know if I would miss it so much if the sidewalks didn’t have such beautiful orange and yellow leaf carpets, but every step feels just a little unsatisfying and it makes me think that things are just inherently better in Toronto.

I think I’ve only read Canadian books since I got here. I love the way Dionne Brand writes about Toronto, but I didn’t like the end of What We All Long For. The timing just worked out a little too well and wrapped some things up a little too nicely, which felt weird considering how much she left unanswered. The rest of the book was so good, though. It’s exactly the kind of story I like to read. Green Grass, Running Water is also a really good book. I wonder if I would have liked it ten years ago.

Sometimes you only see a part of something and it looks really beautiful and majestic.

All pretty and black and white.

All pretty and black and white.

Then you see the whole thing up close and realize it’s actually a weird mix of hilarious and creepy.

Woah, those feet!

Woah, those feet!

Dinosaurs still live here.

(There’s no metaphor up there, in case you tried to look for one.)

Sometimes birds have awesome names.

I spend a lot of time with people younger than me.

I spend a lot of time with people younger than me.

Actually, many things in London have great names. I’ve taken the tube to both Cockfosters and Tooting. And speaking of transit, I don’t always get a table on my morning (or evening) commute, but getting one sometimes is a huge improvement over getting one never.

I took this picture two and a half weeks ago. I don't approve of Christmas-themed coffee cups coming out that early.

I took this picture two and a half weeks ago. I don’t approve of Christmas-themed coffee cups coming out that early.

Transit here is infinitely better than transit back home. I hate having such a long commute but I don’t mind the scenery on the pretty trains I get to ride. And, while I would rather not wake up as early as I have to, I never wake up and wish I didn’t have to go to work. I miss my students in Canada but I also really like the ones I have here. I guess I picked the right job for me.

I’ve wanted a pet goat since I was 16. They’re friendly and funny and they have great butts.

No idea what that puddle is, though.

No idea what that puddle is, though.

Great smiles, too.

Kisses!

Kisses!

Don’t ever believe that elephants aren’t cool.

More kisses!

More kisses!

I’m a little annoyed that my finger got in the way of this picture, but it might have actually made the colours look more vibrant?

Splash!

Splash!