Thursday, March 30, 2006

This is me then, as the Glaswegians say.

i'm in Glasgow.

Currently, i am at the Hillhead library in the west end scouting out jobs and apartments.

Going through immigration was a breeze. i was all prepared with my documents and proof of cash and such, and the dude looked at my passport and asked how long i was staying.

"Four years. i think", i replied.

He stamped my Ancestry Visa and waved me in.

"That's it?!" i asked.

"Unless you want to stand here and chat with me, yes"

Sassy motherfucking Scot.

Anyway, back to getting a job, apartment, life, and such.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

It's 4:00am and i am wide awake. i can't sleep. i slept for a few hours and awoke at 2:00am and cannot get back to sleep. i am at my Mum's place - in the middle of nowhere - and using dial-up.

i suppose it's because i'm anxious, nervous, and excited.

i'm like Cher - i never thought my Farewell Tour would end but it finally has.

Saturday morning, my Dad arrived at my place in Toronto at 8:30am to start moving my stuff into storage. i had been out the previous night and did not get to sleep until 4:30am. By the time my Dad arrived, i was completely knocked out and just recovering from too much wine. i was so out of it, Bob (the Gay Best Friend), had to open the door for my Dad and half-brother. As we loaded stuff up, my Scottish friend, Richard, arrived to help move. A few minutes later, Ben - my friend from home - also came to help move and catch a lift back to Napanee and the surrounding area.

As we moved stuff about, two people from my building came by to wish me luck and see me off.

i am really going to miss Toronto.

Saturday evening culminated with a Family Farewell of sorts at my Dad's. Some members of my Dad's side of the family stopped in to see me. The two highlights of the evening were getting a call from Jasmine - my best friend from when i was 5 and lived in Napanee - and arguing with my Uncle Robert about Israel's right to exist (FYI: never ask pro-Palestine people if they have seen "Munich"). i only asked if he had seen it as he has done security in the past few years for the Olympics. Who knew that members of my own family housed anti-Israeli opinions? Seriously, some of my family members never cease to astound me; how on earth we share the same DNA and are so vastly different is amazing to me.

Sunday afternoon i visited my Welsh Nanny - which is always hard. She's in an old folks home now and suffering from Alzheimer's. Although she remembered my Dad, she had trouble placing me. Then again, she has 10 kids and god knows how many grandchildren.

This evening, i had dinner with my Nanny and Poppy in Picton, bringing an end to my Family Farewell Tour. Now i just have to drive into Toronto on Wednesday and say my goodbyes to my immediate family. i don't know if it's going to be hard because on the one hand, i feel like this isn't goodbye forever and i will see them soon (i will probably fly back for Christmas - yes, even though i am not a Christian). On the other hand, it's going to be strange living in a country for who knows how long without any immediate family around. While i have friends in Glasgow, i have no one with whom i have a long and rich history like i do in Canada. In some instances, that's liberating in itself but then again, there's nothing like sharing history with your friends and family.

Friday, March 17, 2006

A Fag and His Hag

A Fag and His Hag
Originally uploaded by Jenny Knoxville.
i have known Bob (a.k.a. Bombo/Cha Cha/Boi Boi/Cocobaby/Bitter Queen) for about 19 years now. He's been the main man in my life for a good portion of it and needless to say, it's going to be extremely difficult living without him near me.

This past Monday evening, Bob was once again my official date to the 26th Annual Genie Awards (Canadian film awards). Going over the pictures from the evening, i started getting sad at the idea that we will be separated by an ocean and 5 hours. For the time being, i take it for granted that i can call Bob any time of the day (which i often do), and make plans with him for that very evening.

i know that there is no one on this planet with whom i have this much history and who can still make me laugh until i scream. There is no one else that i can be so open and raw with like my Bombo.

And yet, here i am, about to leave my greatest best friend for some random and strange country that i dream of. However, i'm pretty certain that one day i will return to Canada. i know this because as long as my Bombo is in Canada, i will return to be closer to him.

Bombo, i wish i could quit you!

Friday, March 10, 2006

Yesterday i gave my two weeks notice at work. This is really it.

This weekend is going to be busy; tomorrow night is my going-away party celebrated alongside my brother's 29th birthday. Sunday afternoon is a Canadian film industry event and hopefully i won't be too hung over. And finally, Monday night are the 26th Annual Genie Awards. All the while, i'm supposed to also be packing up my stuff for storage.

March 24th will be my last day at work and my last night spent in Toronto.

i'm beginning to get nervous...

Thursday, March 02, 2006

What the hell, Toronto?

Can you assholes out there please stop dumping your murder victims in my city and/or 'hood? First it was a woman's torso in the ALLEYWAY BEHIND MY APARTMENT and now it's some dude's body in an east end park?!

Damn. i'll take drunk soccer hooligans pissing in the street and beating the shit out of each other over random body parts strewn across town any day.

Is it March 29th yet?