Showing posts with label Gabi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gabi. Show all posts

toronto, on/life update

This post is quite overdue. I’ve been trying to sit down and write about the experiences I’ve had this summer—from graduation, a short trip to Toronto with my family, driving across the country to move back in with my family, and now, starting to work full-time in something that could potentially become a career. There has just been SO much! So I’m going to start from the beginning.



Once the school term was finished, I spent my time working full time and volunteering. A lot of time spent with friends, enjoying the weather and the patios, as well as keeping a pretty full schedule with my usual commitments. In June, my parents flew out to Ottawa to attend my convocation. I graduated!!! I received my Bachelor’s degree and damn… it felt good. 5 years of hard work and a piece of paper with my name on it. Overall though, it felt good to have what is essentially a closing ceremony of my time at uOttawa and undergrad. My degree is now in a giant frame hanging on the wall. While some of this stuff may be cheesy for some (and trust me, the wall of my certificates and what not in my parents basement is sorta cheesy and hilarious to me!), I feel immensely proud for getting this degree and finishing school. It feels good.

During my parents visit to Ottawa, we decided to extend their visit and spent a week in Toronto. A short little trip that included walking around the city, going to the Royal Ontario Museum, eating, drinking and my favourite part—going to the Toronto Zoo! While there is a zoo in Calgary that I have been to many times in my life, the highlight of the Toronto Zoo was the pandas! Pandas are one of my favourite animals, and it felt pretty surreal to get to see them in real life. It seemed like they could just be people walking around in panda suits. I was so stoked to see them, and it felt like that could have been more of a highlight than walking the stage… ha!



After I returned to Ottawa, it was more of the same summer for me. Although it felt more as if I was tying up loose ends—seeing friends, and prepping for my big move. Well, that’s all for now! It was nice to write up a little update, and next time I’ll be sharing more about my cross country drive.

-g

call it magic

It's been awhile! Life has been so busy lately! As a result, our blog has been neglected. As well, Sam and I have been taking some time to really think about what sort of content we want to share. I'm looking forward for us to be in the same city so we can really brainstorm, and to obviously spend time together.

While we mull things over, our posts will be sporadic. But today, I have some silly outfit shots to share!



These pants could very well be a work uniform! I think half the girls I work with own these pants. It's fantastic though, because they are suuuuuper comfortable and super fun! It's like wearing pyjamas, but seemingly more dressy. Next time I wear them, I intend to pair them with my favorite lace-up pink suede wedges. The choices are endless!



My only thing is about fun pants is having top options! Especially since they are high waisted with an elastic waistband, it's hard to decide the right shirt to wear with the pants without looking too casual. Especially for work. This shirt seems to go well with most all of my high waisted pants (which is uhhh, mostly all of them), and shows off my unfinished tattoo!



While cleaning and re-organizing my closet last night, I realized that in the past couple years my clothing choices have gotten a lot more colourful. Throughout the end of high school and most of university my entire wardrobe consisted of black and grey. While this is still holds true for my basics, I have thrown in some colourful patterns and florals in to mix it up. I'm really enjoying it!

I hope all is well with all of you, and we look forward to sharing more soon!

Thanks to Jess for taking these photos! 

journal day 10

Part 1: Quite simply, what are you good at? All of us have particular strengths- what are yours? This week, talk about these talents, big or small. Ideas: discuss how you use these things in your daily life or job, how you discovered a knack for this or that, perhaps even touch on whether or not you are passionate about the things you're good at.

Part 2: Sometimes it can be hard to hear criticism from others. I know for me it's something I may always struggle with- being a people pleaser, etc. At the same time though, constructive criticism can be very helpful, and allow us to look at ourselves in a new light and maybe even grow and change. Take a step out of yourself. If you were on the outside looking in, how would you critique yourself? What things do you see that could change or work on? This isn't about tearing ourselves down; it's about really looking at ourselves and seeing where there's room for growth.

Once again, thanks Danielle for the wonderful feature. We really love writing these!

Gabi Sam

It really is harder to think of good things about yourself as opposed to critique, isn’t it? I’d say that for both Gabi and I, this is one of those topics that we had to think long and hard about our answers. Easier probably would have been flipping the tables and talking about each other instead of ourselves. It’s always harder when it’s you, and it’s absolutely more difficult to give yourself a pat on the back for your strengths.

I’m passionate and determined. Those are qualities that could be thrown on either the strength or weakness side, as with that determination comes extreme stubbornness that encroaches on pig-headedness. Once I set my mind to something though, there’s no changing it and the task at hand will be completed to near perfection.

I’m creative. This one is important to me. It has little effect on constructing others opinions of myself, but I really pride myself on my creativity and eye for aesthetics. Gabi and I seem to have this conversation on the regular, as we’re both quite creative, and we wonder why were pursuing/pursued degrees in fields that don’t allow us to exercise those muscles very frequently. My favorite assignments have been ones in which I’ve been able to do blog design, create videos, or fancy-shmancy technical documents. After each one of these assignments I wonder why, why I wouldn’t pursue something more creative, and of course the answer is practicality. Nevertheless, I forever find myself most at ease when I cook, paint, or am lost in a book (or y’know, rambling on in some blog post).

I’m honest. Honest enough to get those damn words tattooed on me, serving as a constant reminder of what I consider to be the best policy. You can be sure that I won’t lie to you about anything big or small. I feel that it’s better to tell the truth even if it stings a little in the short-run, than to lead a lie in the long-run. The repercussions are just too much to bear when things go south (they will), and we could all use a bit more honesty in our lives.

I’m hard to get to know. The walls are up 100% of the time, meaning that when you meet me, it’s pretty much a guarantee that you’ll think I’m a bitch. The conversation will be slow, if not completely lacking, and I’ll appear cold and probably a bit stuck-up. First impressions are not my forte. I swear that I’m not any of those things. It just takes me forever to warm up. Truth be told, once I am comfortable with someone, my silly side comes out and I sometimes wonder if I’m actually twelve years old. My maturity level is about equivalent to a teenage boy of around that age.

I lack patience. I’m on time. Always (except with Gabi, who is on time but actually ALWAYS EARLY). I expect the same of others. Don’t waste my time. I have a really horrible tendency to chew people out if they are tardy. I should probably work on that. I lack patience in other regards. I want instantaneous results—a quick fix. Long, drawn out processes are not for me.

I’m honest. This one deserves another mention. I said that I think honesty is the best policy, and I do. I absolutely do. If someone wants an outright, true, raw opinion, I’m the person to deliver it, but nine times out of ten that is more trouble than it’s worth. Thankfully, I have gotten really good at just shutting up (perhaps the reason why I am so quiet all the time these days).

There you have it. What I would consider some of my strengths and weaknesses. I gotta say that another difficult part about writing this is that you know that someone else is going to read this and think, “yeah, she definitely missed out on some big ones.” I would love to believe that I don’t give two hoots about one anyone else thinks, but I mean we’re all human here. We care. I care. So while I know that there are some things that I need to work on, I do try to be my best self. However, there truly is no pleasing everyone.

- s

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I think Sam was right… It would have been easier to write about good things about one another rather than ourselves. Even going in and critiquing myself is a tough one—although I find I can be very critical of myself sometimes, I really, really hate seeming negative about myself (especially on a public forum). However, I’m going to give my best shot at this.

I’m patient and a good listener. I am a really caring person, and I’d consider myself a good listener. While I am (very) talkative, I would say I am a better at listening. I try to listen carefully, actively, and to give my full attention to whomever I’m talking to. I am also really patient while working with others and don’t get frustrated easily. I’m pretty easy going.

I’m a positive person. I guarantee I can find the good in any situation, and see things from a different perspective—ask my friends, it gets annoying! Even if I am in a bad mood, I am incredibly positive and optimistic about whatever it is that is going on. I’d say I know how to keep positivity in check, and to not let negativity get to me.

I can make conversation with anybody. This goes back to being a good listener, but I am also very extroverted and am good at making conversation. I don’t find making conversation with people I don’t know awkward or uncomfortable, just a chance to get to know somebody a bit better. I can probably find something to talk about with anybody.

I’m impulsive. My friend’s boyfriend calls me ‘The Great Enabler’ because whenever we go shopping, I encourage purchases. Not only that, but once I get into something, I get REALLY into it. I will learn everything I can about it, become obsessed, and throw myself into it. While I do see this as a strength at times (shows how determined I can be), it can also be a weakness. Especially when it comes to time management (I’ll put things I need to do on hold in order to do something else—instant gratification much?), or when it is better to just listen and think about it before responding. I’ll often answer right away without thinking things through.

I care what other people think. While I understand the power of judgement and how that is a necessary part of human life and behaviour, I can sometimes be a bit of a people pleaser. I don’t like conflict, so that makes sense to me. I come across as very confident (or so I’d like to think) but sometimes worry about what other people think about me. I’d like to pretend I don’t give a shit about what others think of me, but I do.

For the most part, I’d say that is a pretty accurate representation of myself. While there are lots of things about myself that I’d consider strengths, I also can be pretty hard on myself. I work pretty hard each day on how I see myself and how I’d like others to see me. We’re all works in progress, and I try to put my best self out there.

- g

morning routine

Morning Routine

What time do you go to bed, and when does your alarm go off?
9 pm bedtime after a 2-episode NCIS marathon (these days). 5 am wake-up. My first alarm goes off silently on my Fitbit. On a good day it gets me out of bed right away. If not, I have a backup alarm set on my iPhone for 5:15.

What's for breakfast?
A protein pancake topped with fresh fruit and peanut butter, or scrambled egg whites on an Ezekiel english muffin with tomato and a side of greens. 3 cups of water. Black coffee. Always black coffee.

Next steps?
A run. Now that the weather has been getting nicer, I've been boycotting the gym, opting instead for outdoor runs. There is no better way to start your day that hitting the pavement while jamming to some good tunes. It clears my head and gets me ready to take on the day.

What are your thoughts towards mornings?
I am much more of an early bird than a night owl. I love the silence of the morning before everyone else has woken up.

- s
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This position, every morning. 

What time do you go to bed, and when does your alarm go off?
The daily struggle. Bedtime is ideally around 11, although on weekends it tends to be later. Wake up each day at around 6-6:30 to feed crying cats. If I'm good, I stay awake and get on with my day. If not, I go back to bed until 7:30-8. This is pretty great for me—before it was bedtime 2 or 3 am, wake up at 11.

What's for breakfast?
Depends! Either steel cut oats with chia seeds and some sort of fruit, or scrambled eggs with cheese. Black coffee for me, too.

Next steps?
Read the news. Catch up on blogs. Listen to the radio. Radio happens throughout this whole process. The day starts off right as long as I hear "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" at 7:40. I like to get ready before eating breakfast so I feel like my day can start right away.

What are your thoughts towards mornings?
I am getting there. I love the silence when it's still dark—my favourite is around 2:30, 3 am. Since I've given that up, 630 is proving to be a decent substitute. I like the time to myself before I have to get moving.

- g

on having dance parties with best friends


I'd post a nicer, high-def photo, but this is all we've got!

Last weekend one of my best friends celebrated a birthday. We did the whole bit—got dressed up, went for dinner (Ottawa friends, have you been to Union 613?) and had some delicious food and drinks. It was a great way to celebrate and to spend a rainy night. The original plan was to go out dancing after dinner, but truth is, we are pretty antisocial when it comes to going out so we decided to spend the night in.

Our night was pretty typical—sitting around the living room, listening to records, watching the animals and chatting. This time, we ended up reminiscing more about our past 5 years here in Ottawa. All the silly times we have had, people we have met, and places we have been! It’s been especially nostalgic lately since we are graduating and moving all over the place. I gotta say, it’s going to be weird to not have my best friend(s) living in the next bedroom(s) over. It’s pretty sad to think about… even though we can be in constant contact, it’s just not the same.

As the night went on, we ended up turning our living room into a dance party. Lights off, Top 40 hits playing, the little ‘strobe light’ flash function from the iPhone, and all the furniture pushed aside. Hello living room dance club! We played all the ridiculous music (that we obviously know all the words to), sang along, and busted out our best dance moves. Lots of laughing, freaking the cats out, and getting blisters on our feet.  It was fun to let go, have fun, and be really silly together. This is something we do a lot, and is certainly a good reminder to not take ourselves so seriously! It is so easy to get caught up in the world of school, jobs, relationships… everything. Sometimes, it’s fun to crank the tunes and bust a move with your best gal pals. I took a video that evening, but for the sake of my bffs, I'll just post a silly photo of us :)


Overall, it was a fantastic night. It was just what I needed before the final stretch of undergrad began! What do you do when you need to let loose? What is a fun night out for you?

- g

scenes from this past summer

Photography, particularly film photography, has been a hobby of mine since high school. Back then, I would quickly go through a roll of film, get it developed, scan the prints, and share them on Facebook with my friends. Since the camera on iPhones got way better (compared to the Blackberry and iPhone 3 I had in high school), while in university my camera sort of got pushed to the side. I still love taking photos, but nowadays it takes me significantly longer to finish a roll of film. Not only do I want to use my shots wisely, but I often forget that I've started a roll of film until months later.

Here are some shots from this past summer that I got developed at the end of February! I finally got around to scanning them last week... Progress, yeah?











Scenes from San Francisco, and time spent with friends.

- g

on graduation and becoming an adult

Warmth, please?

I don’t know if it’s the unrelenting weather, or the fact that I am almost finished my degree, but lately all I have been thinking about is how I want to go on vacation, travel, explore, adventure… whatever. I am really wanting a break from the every day monotony of my life. I am ready for a change of pace! I feel like I have been trapped indoors for far too long, and I am just dying to get out to do something different. Unfortunately, I don’t know if that’s going to be possible—each time we seem to get a taste of spring weather, it is followed up by snow. This past weekend we had about 10cm. They’re calling for more. I don’t know if I can take much more of this! 

I feel like right now I have this urgency to travel and explore because I am unsure of how much time I will have to myself once I graduate. This sounds odd, because I know that I will be quite “free” once I am done school, and that the potential is there for the world to become my oyster. This is a running theme in my life. But is this realistic?

My roommate and I were reflecting on the ideas and plans we have dreamed up during the course of our degrees. They have been all sorts of things… buying cars, travelling, living without roommates, interior decorating, moving and living abroad… the list is endless. Lots of dreams for when school would no longer be a stressful reality. Well… we are quickly approaching this time. Less than 2 weeks of class until we will be finished our course requirements to receive our diplomas. Now that we are going to be finished with undergrad, what’s next? That’s where those dreams have been put on the back burner. Responsibilities, or responsible decisions end up taking forefront as opposed to planning that backpacking trip/car purchase/whatever. Jobs and the realities of becoming a grown up take precedence. 

I remember saying throughout the course of my undergrad (and maybe, possibly today) how I don’t want to be one of those people who say they are going to travel, go to graduate school, etc., and ultimately never end up doing it. That I didn’t want to be somebody who ended up settled down before they even got to “live”. I know that I am verging on sounding like an episode of GIRLS, but it’s true. I think these words have come out of every young person’s mouth at least once. I am still saying this. But where does responsibility and reality set in? Where do we end up making compromises?

It is impossible for me to take a 6 month backpacking trip once I graduate because I have no money. I can’t live abroad because I have no money. I can’t have the “ultimate job” because I don’t have a Master’s degree. I have limited life experience to bring to the table. In order to “live” the kind of life I might crave, it’s become the reality that I am going to have to settle for a bit. In order to work—to earn some money and life experience. The hope is that eventually I am able to do all of the things I’d like to do. Which is to travel and go to grad school. 

My big dilemma in all this is, what if I don’t get to have the experiences I want? What if I end up settled into something? Life happens, I get it. I guess for right now I’d like to remain hopeful, not hopeless. Live with no regrets, try to go with the flow, and desperately hope it all works out.

- g

proust questionnaire, part 2

Here is part 2 of our questionnaire series. I don't think my answers were particularly insightful, but I did my best! As usual, we'd love if you'd play along too and share your answers to the questions!

Proust Questionnaire
Proust Questionnaire

journal day 03

They say hindsight is 20/20, and with good reason- looking back at something always gives us a better view. We're often able to really see how our choices and decisions then shaped our today, and examine what we would have done differently given the chance. When looking back though, we often look way back, but for this exercise stay a little closer to present time and look back just 12 months. If you could go back just one year, what would you tell yourself? What advice would you offer about everything you've experienced?

Thanks again to Danielle for the awesome feature, and here's the original post.

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Cherry blossoms in Victoria, BC.

Both Gabi and I keep private online journals that relate more to our personal lives than fun tidbits shared here, which makes LITERALLY looking back at last year quite simple.

I’m sure that I’m not alone when I say that navigating your twenties is confusing as hell. In the three years that I’ve been in post-secondary, I’ve changed my mind about what I want to major in, and more importantly, what I want to be once I graduate, five times. After a teary return to Calgary in 2011, I set out to upgrade a few courses I hadn’t taken in high school in the hopes of being accepted into a Dietetics program. For some reason, even though math and science are my worst subjects, I decided that it was what I wanted to pursue. Fast forward to the middle of my first semester at Mount Royal and my first university-level Biology class, and I was once again tearfully confused about what I was doing with my life. That was right around this time last year. Since then, I was accepted into the Policy Studies program with the hope of working on food and agricultural policy post-graduation. Of course, six months later I’m not sure if that’s what I want to do either.

To myself one year ago, I’d like to say that things will sort themselves out…Eventually. Twenty-two years old is terribly young, and you have your entire life to figure things out. Not knowing what you want to do with your life is nothing to cry about—and it still isn’t here in the present.

Do what you love. Love what you do. The pieces will fall into place.
I’m sure of it.

- s

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If I could go back a year, I am not really sure what I would tell myself. This past year has been one of the most trying years I have ever had. While being twenty-something is a particularly confusing time for most people, my past year has also been a bit less conventional. I can say with some confidence that if it weren’t for such a supportive network around me, it would, and could have been so much worse.

I'd like to remind myself back then that whatever I experience is authentically ‘me’. That it is representative of my experience and life, and adds to what I can offer to the world. I know how that may seem so vague! To be honest, I am still processing and trying to understand everything that has happened in the past 12 months—which is what makes this exercise that much more difficult. I would tell myself to just ‘be me’ and to try not to judge myself so much in whatever difficulties I may encounter. I would also like to remind myself that regardless of how long it takes, having answers makes it easier to find solutions.

To myself one year ago: calm the fuck down. Things are still going to be hard next year! Save some of that energy for freaking out next year—cause guaranteed, life is going to throw something your way that you don’t think you’ll be able to handle. To myself now? Same advice applies.

- g

approaching things differently: recap on disconnecting


As most of you know, one of my goals the past couple weeks has been to make efforts to disconnect from technology. The goal of this is to become a little bit more connected to what I am doing, and to be more mindful of my approach to time.

Okay guys, if we’re being honest here… this was, and is, REALLY hard. Not only was it hard to take some space from my phone and wait to reply to a text message until I was done whatever task at hand (like cooking dinner, watching an episode of TV or reading an article), but it was hard in terms of other people. By this I mean the expectation that you will return their text message close to immediately. Because let’s get real here… most people are so attached to their iPhones and they often reply within minutes—and if they don’t? It means that they are ignoring us or something terrible has happened. What is the proper etiquette to get back to somebody via text?

During this experiment, I found I wasn’t able to disconnect completely. I still had my phone in my back pocket a lot of the time, and when it would vibrate, I would check it. Depending on the content of the message, I would decide whether or not to reply right away. Anything that was more ‘time-sensitive’, like making plans, stuff that had to do with work, I would reply. If it was more conversational, I would try and wait until I had a free moment to reply.

This wasn’t always perfect though. I still spent a lot of time having text conversations with Sam, or consciously awaiting a response from someone else when it wasn’t urgent or immediate. I also found that even though I wasn’t checking my phone as much, if I had put it away, I was still curious to see if I had missed anything. As for overall disconnecting, I had some nice quiet moments without technology where I was able to listen to music and spend some time sitting on the couch with my pets. This is something that happens relatively frequently, and I would really love some more time where I am JUST reading, or JUST doing schoolwork; rather than doing those things with my iPhone sitting next to me. It’s a process, clearly!!

The biggest thing I learned through this little experiment was how much we are reliant on our phones. For telling time (although I wear a watch most days), for overall communication and keeping in touch, calendars, etc. It’s not just about texting or calling anymore. Our phones serve as something to keep our hands busy or to save us from feeling uncomfortable. How many times have you checked your phone in order to appear distracted rather than feel awkward? I am certainly guilty of it. The best part of this process was trying to avoid this, and noticing other people and their cellphone use. The other best part was having the “disconnection” conversation with friends in real-life. Talking about the downfalls of Facebook and instant communication. We still might engage in it, but I think an awareness of how we spend our time is crucial in order to not let it take over our lives.

In conclusion, I wasn’t really effective in turning my phone off or to have time each day without any technology at all. I think some of that is just unrealistic. It is so embedded in our days! I was, however, able to understand and see where I was purposefully distracting myself and made an effort to stop that. I also found I was a lot more okay with not having my phone on me (the times where I either left it at home or in my bag). It felt a lot more okay when I was spending time with really good company—I felt like I didn’t need to be connected at all. I am going to continue to try and be mindful of my time spent with technology.

For my next “approaching things differently” goal, I want to try and approach my routine differently. My goal is for some consistency. Consistency in bed time routines (like going to bed at the same time each day!) and trying to have some more time to myself in the mornings for breakfast and what not. I am the biggest night owl, and I have struggled with mornings for most of my life. My next goal is all about embracing the mornings! I know that is a strange one, but it’s definitely something I struggle with and would love to feel better about it in general. I’ll check back with you all again in a few weeks to let you know how that is going…. as well, I am going to continue with my goal of disconnecting. This is baby steps for me!

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journal day

Danielle from Sometimes Sweet has proposed a Journal Day. She will be sharing a prompt weekly, encouraging others to get writing and to share what they've written. We've decided to participate, and will be sharing our journals here!

This week's prompt:

Everyone has a time in their life they view as a crossroad. Sometimes you can see it as it's happening, and you're able to choose one way or another. Other times you may not realize you're there until you look back, and see what a turning point it really was. This week, write about a time you view as a marker in your life; a distinct place where things changed, for better or worse.

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My happy little house in Victoria. It definitely came with some quirks, but I miss that place most days.

We graduated high school in 2009. I left with a bad taste in my mouth. The relationships that I had, the experience, this city in general—none of it was pleasing. I swore that I would move away and eventually I left for post-secondary in Victoria, British Columbia. Not only that, but I swore that I would never come back to Calgary.

Life in Victoria was everything and nothing like I imagined it would be. I’d dreamed about living there since I was very young, so the fact that I ACTUALLY LIVED THERE was satisfaction enough. Maybe it was because it was my first little taste of real freedom—living away from family, friends, being out of my parent’s house…. Responsible for me and only me. We lived somewhat far away from school but close enough to downtown. It didn’t really matter where you lived anyway, because in an hour you could walk across the city, which is something I did regularly. I frequented the Farmer’s Markets on the weekends and took long runs down Dallas Road. It was a simple life, no doubt, but sometimes simple is better.

I dealt with great deal of personal issues while away at school, so it wasn’t always peachy. It was a constant battle, but for the most part the good overshadowed the bad. I think the sheer fact that I was away from Calgary and everything that I had deemed ‘bad’ made the not-so-great days in Victoria seem bearable.

Somehow I ended up back in Calgary. I can’t even tell you what the real reason was at this point. There were just so many damn factors that went into it from those personal issues to my lofty, short-lived dream of switching to a dietetics major that required me to move home. All I know is that January to April of that year had my stomach in knots trying to decide if I should stay or go.

It wasn’t easy moving back home. I spent the better part of the first year wishing I were elsewhere. Cursing this city for everything that it was and signified for me. Eventually though, I accepted that this was and continues to be my choice. I grew up so much that year in Victoria and would absolutely not be where I am today or be the person that I am today had I not spent the time there. My interests, my tastes, my entire persona is so wrapped up in that little island. If all variables were right, I would move back to Vancouver Island in a heartbeat, but at least for now I know that Calgary is where I ought to be.

- s

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Asleep by the sea

Croatia. A beautiful country full of beautiful places. For me, it will remain in my heart as a place where life changed. It was a time of saying goodbye. Goodbye to the past, goodbye to a friendship, goodbye to a future.

The air was damp. So humid that I could barely breathe. Add in a feeling of worn out that had exacerbated a head cold in 40 degrees Celsius. We’d been going, going, going, non-stop for almost 3 weeks at this point. Stuck together in foreign places, each day becoming increasingly more hostile than the last. Until we reached a moment where everything blew up.

It’s hard to enjoy a beautiful place that you’ve tainted with arguing, tears, and realizations. Having talked in circles about the difference between loving one another and being in love. Dubrovnik became a place of letting go and moving forward.

Sitting along the Adriatic Sea, talking about where life was going to go from there. Eyes puffy from crying, my heart feeling relieved. Exhausted beyond belief, the reality being that life had to move on. A new beginning, stemming from saying goodbye.

- g

approaching things differently: disconnecting


Less time on my phone means more quality time with my pets, right?

How often do you check your cellphone in an hour? How often do you go for dinner/lunch/any time spent with friends and you have to take at least 2 breaks to check your phones? How often do you see people texting/checking their phones while in line? It’s safe to say that we are pretty attached to our technology. Attached to being connected. Uncomfortable with the idea of silence and waiting. Impatient, even. I am certainly guilty of this. I’ve forgotten how nice life can be when we are not so connected. When things are not so instantaneous. Based on discussions I’ve been having, it seems like in society, there is a huge amount of anxiety in not being connected. To not having instant gratification or instant answers.

I have to say, lately my time ‘not connected’ has been forced upon me, rather than choice. When my phone dies, I am without my headphones in my ears or my phone to keep me company. I’ve begun to notice a lot more. I’ve forgotten the joy of people-watching and observing others while on the bus. Of noticing the little things. These things are so lovely and so crucial to life! I am not looking for drastic life changes, like getting rid of my cellphone completely, but enough to avoid tripping on the sidewalk because I’m on my phone and not paying attention.

My challenge for myself these next few weeks is to approach things differently. My first one, is a challenge to disconnect for a few hours each day. To turn off my phone and computer, and have my focus not be on returning messages or checking social media. Maybe not even as extreme, but to put my phone away while I’m on the bus and notice the people around me. My goal is that with this disconnection it will allow me to be more mindful of my time. To my approach to life in general. I’ve seen a few posts with this sort of challenge floating around in the blogsophere lately, and I think it’s time I give it a shot. Not only, but this is something that Sam and I have been discussing lately and it certainly seems fitting for me to give it a try. And hey, maybe my iPhone battery will last a little bit longer.

Next week, I’ll check in with you to let you know how my disconnection is going. I’d like to add different challenges into ‘approaching things differently’ and share them here with you. I’m looking forward to gaining a different perspective of my time, and to continue reflecting on the little things in life.

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being free, part two

I am rarely in photographs. Sam snapped this one when I visited her while she was living in Victoria. At this time, we were probably revelling in new places and spaces and talking about 'what could be'.

When life gets stressful, my ultimate go-to is goal making. Goals for the future, goals for the present, goals for always. Goals, goals, goals. Maybe not attainable ones, maybe not even sane ones. Not only this, but there are ideas. Ideas about how I wish I could be living my life, or ideas of different or alternate lives I could be living. Some are possibilities, but some are so far out there.

This day dreaming of alternate reality serves different purposes. When life as we know it seems unbearable, the escape of thinking how things could be is a dream. This typically spirals into telling myself that I can do everything. Anything and everything. That the world is my oyster and I am free. Free to be who I want to be, and free to do what I please. Life is the ultimate high, and I am going to conquer it.

It’s not always like this though. When life isn’t out to be conquered, it’s there to be endured. It’s as if I’m in a constant flux of deciding which direction I want to take. Some moments are terrifyingly painful, and others are easy going. There is often no middle ground in my life.

I’ve talked a little bit about freedom before on this blog. In wanting to explore what freedom means for me. What my inner dialogue is when it comes to ‘being free’. For me, in this moment, being free is the freedom of choice. To choose to make plans and to make goals. To daydream about a life I may never have. To imagine that the world is my oyster, and I have all the opportunities I could possibly want. I understand that reality is not always like this, but for right now? I’m going with the flow.

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time was soft there by jeremy mercer

"Hope is a most powerful drug."

It's no surprise that I love memoirs. People telling their stories, sharing and reflecting the most intimate details of their lives... Something I appreciate not only in literature, but in my daily existence. 

In Time Was Soft There by Jeremy Mercer, a Canadian man finds himself wandering the streets of Paris and into a bookstore where he is invited to stay. The memoir takes you through what life was like living in the little bohemia of Shakespeare & Co, and all the adventures in between. 

Shakespeare & Co. is just off Paris' Left Bank, steps away from la Seine and Notre Dame de Paris. I was fortunate to visit the bookstore a few years back during a backpacking trip through Europe. It was raining the day that I poked my head into the shop. I was feeling grumpy after having had a fight with my boyfriend at the time about the downfalls of my rain jacket. After hearing stories about this mythical English bookstore in Paris, often housing vagabond writers and artists, I was curious.

Clearly in a cold, damp haze, we ventured into the store. I felt hesitant to touch anything or look closely at books since I was dripping wet. Being in the shop felt like being transported into one of those movies with the old fashioned libraries—bookshelves from floor to ceiling, notes from visitors plastered onto the walls—leaving me with a sense of nostalgia for a place and time I had never been. I didn't end up purchasing anything, but experiencing the ambiance of the store left me longing to "be free". To be a drifter with no care in the world. To be forever barefoot and lusting after a romanticized vagabond experience. It certainly helped that I spent the rest of the trip sleeping outdoors in parks, exploring unknown places and drinking too much red wine.

Jeremy Mercer was invited to live at Shakespeare & Co., ultimately ending up as a sort-of make shift staff member. The romanticized experience I was longing for is what he lived and wrote about. I read this memoir during an outdoor music festival, and was instantly transported back to my travels and to my vagabond longing. I may never be a drifter, but for those moments, I got to feel like I was. 

You can read more about Time Was Soft There on Amazon.

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A special shout out goes to Hannah for editing this post! Thank you!


the february mix

Lake Louise
From the archives... On the way up to Sentinel Pass

The February Mix
Madder Red - Yeasayer
Escape Artist - The Zolas
Albatross - The Besnard Lakes
Dreams - Youngblood Hawke
Dear Fellow Traveller - Sea Wolf
Powa - Tune-Yards
Four Winds - Bright Eyes
Brain - Banks
Bloodflood - alt-J
Fur Hildegard von Bingen - Devendra Banhart
Robbers - The 1975
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant

This years Sasquatch lineup was released yesterday, and boy does it ever look good. It's been a few years since I've gone to the festival, and I am itching to head out to the Gorge for the May weekend. There are a few tracks on this playlist from artists who will be playing the festival, as well as some other, older songs that I still can't get enough of. There's not a lot of new scattered in here except for Young the Giant, who released their new album, Mind Over Matter, late last month. Guys, I'm into it. I'm really into it. Especially this track.

You can give the February playlist a listen on Rdio. I'm also compiling a playlist of artists who are playing Maysquatch, which can be found here. What are you listening to?

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my first day of high school

Danielle from Sometimes Sweet wrote a little piece with post ideas for the stumped blogger. I often feel that way (stumped) and I loved the idea of sharing a snapshot—especially the first one: your first day of high school.

My first day of high school seems really far away. It was 2006 when I entered 10th grade. I remember being so excited to start fresh in high school. During that time, I was really into hair and makeup, so I was up early to do my hair and wear too many different colours of eyeshadow. I was so stoked on my outfit that day too—something I now call my signature high school outfit. I had this pink hoodie with hearts all over it that I paired with a vintage kids tshirt, leggings, and a tutu. Yup, a tutu. I had purchased this giant white crinoline from a vintage shop on Melrose. My family had spent a few weeks in LA before school started. I remember taking a photo of myself to post as my Nexopia profile (years before the term ‘selfie’ was coined!) and being so stoked on how nice I thought I looked.


I can't believe I am posting this!

I don’t remember much from my classes that day, but I do remember my AP english class being held in the library. Somebody had sprayed bear spray or mace in the upstairs hallway where our classroom was, so it was a bit chaotic. I sat at the same table as this boy who was wearing this long, black, Matrix style jacket. He was carrying around a Discman and these giant headphones. I remember thinking how cool I thought that was, since iPods were the norm by then and nobody carried CDs. I don’t remember what disc was in his player, but I remember we started talking about bands. I was really into Le Tigre, and lo-and-behold, he knew who they were! We bonded over obscure bands, having taken Accutane for our skin, and how excited we were about our class together. We high-fived and declared that we would be best friends forever. I remember our teacher had walked by at this point, and asked how long we’d known each other. We laughed, and told her we had just met.


A photo with my best friend forever, in 11th grade.

That boy was my grad date!

Another ‘snapshot’ I have that day is from either my mentorship or band class. For some reason, my name wasn’t on the class list, and my teacher asked me if I was in ESL. To him, this would have made sense why my name wouldn’t be on the list. I kindly told him that no, I wasn’t in ESL, and that his class was in fact on my schedule. It got sorted pretty quickly, but it was pretty funny/more like racist that my teacher took one look at me and just assumed that I was in ESL. Borderline offensive, that's for sure!

Just for fun, Samantha and I at grad!

That's about all I can remember from that day. What was your first day of high school like?

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what's in our bags (school edition)

In My Bag - Sam
I try to keep the contents of my bag as simple and clean as possible for school. This is the bare minimum of what I bring with me, with the additional of a textbook here and a binder there.
  1. MAC makeup case filled with a couple brushes, powder, a comb, bobby pins and a hair tie.
  2. Klean Kanteen.
  3. Lunch. This day it was cashews, golden berries and cacao nibs in a Lunchbots container.
  4. Macbook Pro.
  5. Moleskine daytimer.
  6. Reading material for the long commute. I’ve just started The Wealth of Nations.
  7. Gum. Plus three more packs. I’m an addict.
  8. Lipchap. It’s winter and disgustingly dry.
  9. Cellphone and charger.
  10. Everlane bag.
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My school bag is typically a mish-mash of school stuff and regular bag stuff. I am only in school a few times a week and don't spend too much time on campus. 
  1. I prefer to handwrite my notes as opposed to using a computer (especially in class). This semester I am using Moleskine Cahier Journals as opposed to the usual lined paper in a binder that is more like a notebook thing—figured I would splurge for my last semester of undergrad! Oh, and Sharpie pens + highlighter. I only write my notes in black Sharpie pen. I like consistency. 
  2. Camelbak Waterbottle
  3. Gum (I prefer cinnamon everything) 
  4. Lipstick/Lipbalm 
  5.  Sunglasses 
  6. Headphones for the bus or walking to and from places!
  7.  iPhone, duh.
  8.  Matt & Nat wallet (that my rabbit chewed... sorry Mom)
  9. Baggu with llamas on it—I often stop at the grocery store on my way home and I hate plastic bags. Not only are they not environmentally friendly but not sturdy enough for the walk home. 
  10. Moleskine planner & my current read for school
  11. Roots Messenger Bag 
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What's in your bag? 


norwegian wood by haruki murakami

“I want you to always remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”


The first time I read Norwegian Wood was on a Greyhound bus going from Ottawa to Montreal. I had started reading it on my e-reader, until halfway through I realized that the copy I was reading was missing a bunch of pages and the story was not following. The book had totally and completely sucked me in and there was no way I could stop reading, so I immediately located a Chapters. Being in a predominantly francophone city, the giant bookstore we were in had only one copy of Norwegian Wood. I never buy books with movie covers on them, but I was so desperate to get back into the story that I purchased the copy.

I remember sitting on the grass in front of a small church on St. Catherine street in Montreal becoming completely encompassed by this novel. By feeling like I was every single of the characters, and my heart breaking slowly but surely. There is nothing I love more than feeling like I am a part of a book, and nothing else exists. That I am the characters, and this is not somebody telling me a story; but that it is my life and my reality. 

I finished the book the next day. At the end, the book had become such a part of me that I sobbed when reading the last chapter and continued crying once I was finished. That is the beauty of books—they become such a part of you. I have since purchased another copy so that the original cover edition is in my collection, and passed along my original copy. My second time reading it was just a couple weeks ago, and my feelings towards the novel and the characters have only grown stronger.

Norwegian Wood can be classified as a coming-of-age story and was incredibly popular in Japan when it was first published. Reviews have called it a “Japanese Catcher in the Rye”—while I understand the comparison, the two novels are two entirely different worlds for me. Norwegian Wood is told in the eyes of Toru, who shares with us his story of love and loss. I quite honestly cannot say more about this novel, and will let you read the plot synopsis via Amazon. All I can say is that this book is one that will stay in my heart. 


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the january mix

January Mix

The January Mix
Waiting Game – Banks
Poet – Bastille
Moneygrabber – Fitz & the Tantrums
Atlas – Shannon Saunders
Turn Away – Mikal Cronin
Farewell Transmission – Songs: Ohia
Acetate – Volcano Choir
Medusa – Gems
Months – The Middle East
Always Alright – Alabama Shakes

Streaming available on Rdio.

2013 has come to a close (thankfully), and we’re looking forward to the coming year here at with wanderlust. We have some new features coming up and are hoping to be popping in a bit more regularly.

First up, I’ll be moving my monthly mixes from aussi belle to with wanderlust (the old mixes are found here). It seems like 2014 is going to be an exciting year for music, although I’m not sure how it can get much better than last year. The January Mix features some of my favorite new artists who really hit the scene in 2013 (Banks, Shannon Saunders, Gems), and others who have been around for a while and released some really good shit last year. Enjoy!

- s

mountain getaway

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This past weekend my parents and I spent some time in Canmore, AB. We ate, we shopped, and ate some more. It is always lovely to get away from the city, and spend some time embracing that fresh mountain air. Growing up, we would spend about a week at a time in Canmore. There was a skating camp that took place each summer after a big competition in Edmonton, and it was truly the highlight of our summers. At the time, Canmore was still a tiny little town—one grocery store, no condos, and what they call “downtown” now, was really the only part of the town. I remember spending time painting ceramics, skateboarding, going into Banff, and going horseback riding. Since then it’s grown quite a bit, but has still managed to keep its small-town feel.

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They always say that the mountain air makes you sleep well. In my case, it definitely did! I was in bed on Saturday night at 9pm and up by 530am. If you know me at all, this is incredibly uncharacteristic. It felt nice watching the sun rise though—especially since I was on the balcony in my new Manitobah Mukluks and new bunny rabbit pyjamas Sam got me for Christmas!

A few years back my parents decided to get a place in Canmore. Since then, it has turned into their home-away-from-home, and they like to spend as much time as possible there. I certainly don’t blame them! It is so beautiful, and the mountain air is refreshing. Whenever I’m home in Alberta, I like to spend time up there either with my parents or friends.

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In the summer we typically like to go hiking, and in the winter, my parents do a lot of snow-shoeing. I went one year, but this year (due to my lack of proper winter boots, which I have ordered and am waiting for in the mail) we didn’t get a chance to go. Hopefully this summer I’ll be able to get some more hiking in, and next winter maybe even some skiing…

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How were your holidays? Over here we are embracing our last week of break until school starts...

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