The brother was in toronto all weekend, my parents are somewhere in the middle east doing touristy stuff. The house is empty, I'm the only one in here. What do i do? Throw a big ass party? No (pre and post clean up? HELLZ NO.. way too lazy for that). Went out till the wee hours in the morning completely hammered? No (i'm too old for this shit). I had some me time. Just me, myself and I. As much of a social butterfly as I am, sometimes it feels good to just be on your own. There is no stress to run and try to be on time for a gathering, no need to have some chit chat with other people. Just me and my thoughts.
It felt great to walk around the city on a beautiful sunny day, exploring parts of a city that I know so well. Granted I did spend the entire afternoon hunting for that ONE coffee shop that is not too crowded, yet not too modern but not too rustic with a couch. Something like Cafe Perk (see Friends) where I can enjoy a nice book while sipping a good coffee.
Is it so hard to find in Montreal? (ignore the lights on top)
After hours of walking, I found my secret hideout where I can hide away from the world with a book and my playlist.
I really should do this more often.
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