Month: January 2018

Wanderlust Journal 19 – Salt Marsh Trail Fall Hike 

I made some major changes to my life in 2017; I quit my job in February, then enrolled in college and got myself a part time job on the weekends. I never have a day off so to find time to do my favorite things like hiking has been difficult. After going 7 days a week for over a month I finally found a day to go for a hike!

I thought there would be no better place than the Salt Marsh Trail to take in the change of season.

Shades of green, yellow and red.

The apples on the tree were impossible to reach!

Fall feelings…

There’s an entrance to this trail from Lawrencetown town which I have not done yet, I think I’ll head there soon!


Mémoire 2 – Downtown Apartment 

I never thought I’d say this…but getting old is fun! I love returning to places I haven’t been in years; remembering old times.

I lived in this downtown apartment, on top of a pawn shop when I was in my early twenties, maybe even 19.

I loved living in the heart of downtown. I could look out of my window and see it all; the city life; the late night bar stuff; I could be anywhere within minutes, and I didn’t need a car.

My best friend lived across the street on top of some other shop. Basically all of the shops in downtown have apartments on top. We exchanged house keys, and would go to each other’s place when we needed something. We were so young and without accumulated belongings; what one didn’t have, the other did.

I remember actor Rob Lowe filmed a holiday movie on my street. I was chilling on my couch with munchies, watching a movie being made with a major celebrity right from my window. It’s funny, I think back now they never told me to move…maybe I’m in the movie as an unpaid extra!

I lived there with my first cat, Minoue. He was known as the cat who hugged. He would wrap his arms around the neck of anyone that would hold him. There was a little boy that would sit outside of my door and stick his fingers under the door to play with my cat. His dad, a Russian man, asked me on a date. I declined, he was too old and his child tormented my cat! It would never work.

Singing was kind of my thing back then, and boy would I sing in that apartment, to the top of my lungs! My music was always as loud as possible. I didn’t care that everyone in the building could hear me; I was convinced I was going to be a famous rockstar! The people who worked at the pizza shop down the street used to call me “Hollywood” when I stopped by. I clearly went to the pizza shop too much if I was given a nickname!

I saved up for a trip to Vancouver while living in that apartment. Only to fly home less than a week later. Oh my. That’s another story!

So many memories, I could go on and on. My perspective of things is so different now. I could never live in the heart of downtown again…but it sure was fun then!