The last time I said I felt like I was acting like a tourist in my own city, my mother (who was with me) got pick pocketed. So, not exactly the best thing.
However, as I wondered around my neighbourhood of High Park. Around Roncesvalles, up to to Bloor West Village and then through the park I made a conscious decision of acting more like a tourist. Not in a snapping pictures and asking for directions sort of way. But in a smile at everyone one and notice the little things, kinda way. I realized during my travels that I would smile at everyone and they would smile back. Yet in my 3 weeks back I noticed it’s hard to get people rushing off to work Monday mornings on the subway to smile. However, that’s not going to stop me. I also obsessed on the beauty of the trees, wild life, the moon and the blue skies. Well today I enjoyed just as much as when I was in Nepal. The sky way just as blue, the moon just as engaging and squirrels can be as entertaining as monkeys.
Well I gotta say are time is limited in every place we are in. Even in our own backyards.