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First days:

I moved into a room on Dufferin and St. Clair. While at first I thought this was a little far from everything, I realize that it's quite central since my school north of the city. I'm about 5 miles from just about everything: Kensington Market, High Park, and the Toronto School of Circus Arts. 

With my new (used) bike, Olive, I can get anywhere!

A few days ago I went to Roncesvalles, which is a neighborhood near High Park. That area of the city is so pretty, very green, very chic. The day was chillier than I had expected (autumn came so suddenly, I was surprised, albeit pleasantly). I stopped in a coffee shop called "the Lit" and had the best cappuccino in this city so far. My usual haunts have been the Green Beanery and Le Gourmand, but they don't really know what "wet" means. Although the Lit doesn't roast her own, I think the actual barista skills were much kinder to the coffee beans in question and extracted a less acidic taste than other places. Anyway, I was chatting up Mr. Cute Hipster Boy (i know this not only from his apparel, but also because he is in a band). Now don't get me wrong, hipster here is no criticism. He was quite helpful in pointing out live music bars in the city for me. Next time I'm out that way, maybe I'll have to courage to give him my number. 

I went to a bar the boy recommended, where I met a nice Indian girl and her Quebecer friend. They were having a comedy night, and the jokes got funnier as I was on my 2nd beer. 

The next morning was not so friendly to me. I had forgotten what a lightweight I am. I spent the day with my headache in Kensington Market, in a corner of Moonbean (best tea selection!) knitting away while listening to some easy tunes. 

Incidentally, that night (yesterday), was my first day of classes! I got my butt (or rather, my abs) kicked in muscle conditioning, and learned one way to climb the silks. I got about 10 feet off the ground! Although the day was awful, I was extremely cheery after leaving Circus, walking to the bus stop in the twilight. 

And so now, we are all caught up. I suppose I will try to make subsequent posts more interesting to read, perhaps with better language skills, or, my favorite, describing distinctive little moments that disappear all too quickly.   

au revoir!

PS- a little sidenote about the title of this blog... they really do say aboot. and oot (instead of out). really. its quite endearing