Indecisiveness Immobility Complex – Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Jo picked me up and I rubbernecked like a typical tourist taking it all in. The store fronts, advertisements and house size projection screens blasting commercials mesmerized me as we navigated downtown cosmopolitan Toronto. Coldplay was giving a free concert just a block away which we were listening to live on the radio but we opted to eat instead. We went for Ethiopian and chatted about what else?… travel.

Afterwards, we went to a supermarket (24hours) to get pie (pumpkin!) and ice cream (cookie dough and brownie chunk). I was vibrating with anticipation but paralyzed by all the choices. Jo was fascinated by my enthusiasm and wouldn`t assist me in the decision making except for not allowing me to even “consider” getting the low fat versions. We got home and continued our rap session over dessert until our brains (and tummies) gave out. I finally hit the sack at midnight though I had very active dreams including a few slight nightmares.

Today I chatted with the cable guy who was trying to set up in Jo`s new place then I went for another walk. I checked out a few stores and found that as I expected, things are quite a lot more expensive here. I think I may have to get a job after all if I decide to stay for an extended amount of time. Luckily, there is nothing I want bad enough to make me shell out the un-argentine amount of dinero. I am trying to keep my moderation mindset so am now thankful for my indecisiveness immobility complex.

I was really happy as I strolled down the street with my free slice of pizza (thanks Jo…she gets lots of free stuff from her job). I didn`t have to tear across the street to avoid being squashed. The driver smiled at me gesturing with his eyebrows that I could go and he would wait. I stopped to admire the tree loaded with the light pink and white flowers. She would shed the occasional petal or two which would drift softly to the lawn. The tulips, daffodils and lilies are in full force making my walk home even that much more vibrant. People who are lounging in chairs on their porch nod their heads in acknowledgement as you make eye contact. I was trying to remember why it all seems so familiar then it hit me. Joanna lives in Mr. Rogers Neighbourhood with a slight flavor of Sesame Street. It like that.
So sing along with me….

It`s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I`ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I`ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

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