Adventure No.1

Life is full of changes; no one can argue against that.
No one can argue either that my life is not full of changes. For the past few years my life has been flipped, bounced, ripped apart, and shoddily glued back together, only to come apart again.
And here I find myself now, putting it back together again, this time with a little more care and concern, and a great deal more support. I'm living in a big, bustling, exciting city full of opportunity and inspiration, in an amazing apartment with great landlords - all which just a short time ago were too far away for me to even dream about.
Things are going well now, finally. My father has a new job, after losing the family business of 31 years this past summer. I now live a few blocks away from one of my dearest friends of many years. I also have more promise and opportunity to land on my feet and make a name for myself - not just as an artist or a professional, but as an adult. I no longer have to live on a student budget, and in time, I'll be able to afford a comfortable lifestyle without worrying about if I can afford groceries next week or not.
I'm also very excited for the future; a relatively new concept to me. I'm excited that this is the point in my life where a new adventure awaits me around every corner, that now I can explore and experience many new things with a joie de vivre, that I have the ability to go anywhere and do almost anything I desire. It's about freaking time!
Tonight I went to the cinema around the corner from my apartment. A great little locally run place - the Revue Cinema on Roncesvalles Ave. - that has the atmosphere of an old cinema, and a wonderful sense of community. It allows you to enjoy the movies the way they were intended to; the way I remember seeing movies before the days of the megaplex on the outskirts of town, before everything was owned by Cineplex Odeon. I went to see Julie & Julia, and I was completely endeared. It was such a sweet harmonization of two completely different people leading uncannily similar lives, one of whom, Julia Child, I have admired for many years. I found it quite profound in its inspiration; for starters, I really want to try making Boeuf Bourgingnon (I have been meaning to make a good stew lately), and secondly, I decided to blog. Not just to purge my thoughts, not because I think or hope it will lead to a movie or book deal, but just to record my meomories as they happen. To hold on to some part of time before it whizzes past me all together. So now I'm sitting here with a glass of Pelee Island Late Harvest Vidal 2008 (which I opened quite resourcefully with a screw and a pair of pliers [thanks wikihow] due to my apparent and afore unnoticed lack of a corkscrew), Dvorak on the radio, and blogging.
It was a very good friend of mine who first convinced me I should see Julie & Julia because of his feelings toward the movie (he went out and bought soufflé dishes and Mastering the Art of French Cooking after seeing it). I've realized lately that there's a lot I hold back from telling my good friends, for reasons that are difficult to explain, and that possibly, letting a little more of my personal life out into the public realm might help me overcome those irrational fears. Maybe not; we'll see.
So for now, I'm happy, in this very moment and overall with my life, I'm happy. And I think I'll leave it at that for now, since it's such a novelty for me.
Until next time,
Ciao