I’m sitting in the window of Atlantis. Been awhile since I’ve been able to say that. It’s good to be home. In fifteen minutes I have a meeting with Richard from YBCS… or is it 45 minutes? I checked my calendar and nothing’s written down.
Thus far it’s been like a family reunion in here. Saw Johanna and talked to her for a spell. The behind-the-counter people are still the same, and two seats down is Eric.
I did a shoot with Jenny this morning. She’s my favourite client. She’s also Romanian. She had this thing she scripted together and we shot it for a spell, but it kept coming off wooden and well… ‘scripted’. I suggested we just set up somewhere and I’ll ask her questions about her business. Instantly, she came to life on camera. Her voice had colour. Her personality filled the frame. She was happy with the results.
Last night I hung out with Robyn. We made mashed potatoes together. Sounds like a metaphor for something naughty, but it isn’t. I was sitting on her couch and she was literally struck with the urgent need to make mashed potatoes. I like a little weird with my friendships.
I can feel Toronto seeping into me a little bit deeper. I’m beginning to notice the smallness of Regina. Downtown seems a little bland this time of year. People here are in the habit of staying inside, due to the cold.
I don’t like feeling this way. It’s like I just noticed I’m not as much into my girlfriend as I used to be. I do think the people here are among the best you’ll ever meet — except for the ones who aren’t. We have the religion known as Rider Pride. We have sunsets like you ain’t never seen. Long drives and the smell of harvest in late August. Grama’s cabbage rolls. Friends, family, and running into faces you know from somewhere randomly in coffee shops.
Oh Regina… I think we need to have ‘the talk’.