We are back in Mississauga, outside Toronto, in the home of the same friends with whom we started our travels last April. We’ve been hanging out here for several days, and have made it into the city twice to visit other friends. I am accustomed to jet lag manifesting itself as an irresistible urge to sleep during the day; this time, it shows up as the near-impossibility of going to bed anytime before 2 or 3 AM. So rather than sleeping too much, I am sleeping not quite enough; but that’s fine. I think our travels are training my internal clock to be less picky. I am definitely more flexible than I used to be about bedtimes and mealtimes, and everything in between.
Here’s a view of the Vancouver area from the plane window, last week:
As I was telling Erik the day after we arrived, everything appears so unchanged around here that I almost feel like I never left — except my clothes are all different. (Erik: “Riiiight… your clothes are the only thing different about you. After a year of traveling!”) After months of novelty, the familiarity is comforting. I’ve been writing in my journal and making lots of sketches of our friends’ cat Sabrina, a regal creature who often deigns to recognize lesser beings such as myself.
When I was drawing Harry the dog, I said I’m better at drawing cats. Sabrina is making me rethink that. She is all shimmering grey fur and big green eyes, and she doesn’t like my scrutiny (nor the sound of the markers over the page). In other words: she is a challenge.
This page includes the neighbors’ cat, Bianco, who is every bit as fluffy and active as Sabrina.
In the evening I sketched our host friends’ kitchen, using grey for the built-ins and black for everything added: personality on a standard backdrop. The “portrait” feels so intimate that I enjoyed it just as much as drawing a person. Maybe I’ll do more of these kitchen portraits… or try other rooms, though I think kitchens are most revealing precisely because of their juxtaposition of standard and custom, public and private, individual and family.
In a few days we’ll drive down to the Finger Lakes area of New York to relax with family for my youngest sister’s graduation. She’s ten years younger than me, so for her to be finishing college feels like a milestone for all of us! We’ll be in New York for about a week, and then it’s back home… but not for long, perhaps?
I had thought we might settle in the Bay Area for a few months at least, decompressing, seeing friends, working. But it looks like our plans are changing. When the Bay Area sublet we were looking at didn’t work out, I felt I had had enough of browsing apartment listings, and decided to turn to my communities instead. And I decided I wouldn’t limit us to a California location. I put a note on Facebook, and because friends responded, we are now likely to spend two weeks in New York City in July, and possibly — if everything works out, which I fervently, fervently hope will happen — three months in Boston in the fall.