Canada

I've been thinking quite a bit since yesterday about moving to Toronto. It seems to me that this is the first place I've been besides Maine, where I feel completely happy with the people and comfortable in the environment. It's a large city, but I like the culture. There's a large Jewish community, lots of music and arts, french speaking people...I feel like I'm home.

I'm trying to figure out whether some of it isn't that I'm far away from my problems with men, but I think that's only a small portion of it. I adore my family. It's great being together even when we're all bickering. After all that's what Jews do; that's how we show our love. Jon and his mom are like me and my mom. I sit back and grin sometimes while listening to them bicker and pick at each other.

Today Don said "Do we all have to go up to get the tickets?" All 5 of us went up together...or more precisely Jon, Fran, my mom and I rushed up to the kiosk right before Don made that comment. I responded "Of course! We're a Jewish family. We have to do it all together." The part I didn't say was partly because we are making sure the person in charge is doing it right (a little Jewish joke). We all have to have our input and the younger generation (Jon and me in this instance) are making sure the older generation is getting it done correctly and as promptly as possible.

I consider Jon and I to be of the same generation, because he and I are very similar in many respects and I've grown up with older people. I get along with people who are at least 5 years older than me much better that those my own age. They're generally more decisive, know more about who they are and what they want. So yes, I adore my cousins Jon and Sara.

A Jewish family is a good thing to have.

I like Toronto. There are plenty of opportunities for a sport psychologist or athletic trainer in Toronto and Canada in general. Who knows. I have to get through my undergraduate degree first. I'm also not sure how far I can live from my parents without feeling home sick. Then I have to think eventually about keeping the Cabin in Maine, because I don't plan to ever give that up and having kids, which I'm not sure I want to raise in the US. That's further into the future though.

Time to sleep, so I can be lively tomorrow for more shopping and bickering with my family. I love that my cousin Jon likes to shop as much as I do. It's funny.