That aside, big congrats! That’s a big step forward in the relationship!
And welcome to the Bay Area, and our gaming group, The Stupid Fridge!
I’m happy you’re happy but now the list of pros for Toronto is getting dwarfed by the list of cons.
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[…] walked away, Anitra told me that I just shook hands with Bob Buckhorn, mayor of Tampa. I’m a relatively recent transplant from Toronto, so I’ve never seen a photo of him, and I’m too used to picturing the mayor as either […]
[…] walked away, Anitra told me that I just shook hands with Bob Buckhorn, mayor of Tampa. I’m a relatively recent transplant from Toronto, so I’ve never seen a photo of him, and I’m too used to picturing the mayor as either […]
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but… but… Accordion City…
Best of luck man! 🙂
Congrats brother. I’m very happy for you.
Oh right: what will become of “Accordion City”?
That aside, big congrats! That’s a big step forward in the relationship!
And welcome to the Bay Area, and our gaming group, The Stupid Fridge!
I’m happy you’re happy but now the list of pros for Toronto is getting dwarfed by the list of cons.
[…] Need context? See this earlier post. […]
[…] While the major reason I moved to the U.S. was to be with my Tampa-based girlfriend, one of the minor reasons was to shake things up by changing my surroundings and getting some new perspectives. So here I am, living in the state that marched to put George W. Bush in the White House with a girl with a couple of NRA baseball caps and a “Who is John Galt?” license plate frame, enjoying myself and agreeing to disagree at the same time. After all, if you can’t vive la difference, is la vie really worth vive-ing? […]
[…] all my American friends and family, from your new fellow resident — Happy […]
[…] marriage is a team sport, and partly out of a sense of morbid curiosity. Besides, this whole uprooting-from-Toronto-and-moving-to-Tampa thing has been a big exercise in getting out of my comfort zone; what’s an afternoon […]
[…] I moved to Florida a mere six months ago, and you may be concerned with the ease with which I’m taking up the lifestyle. The accordion, as you might expect, has been a hit here — it’s helped me strike up more than a few friendships, including one with a local winemaker, not to mention some fans at a Clearwater strip bar (long story). I wear Aloha shirts often, and regularly go for a fortnight without putting on long pants. My mobile worker schedule allows me to enjoy a 10:30 a.m. swim break and an afternoon trip to the gym or a bike ride which typically includes a stop the local farmer’s market. There are swing dancing and shooting lessons in my future. I’m in a townhouse with a younger woman with whom I’m planning my second wedding at a beach resort. I have a perma-tan that would make George Hamilton jealous. And I have developed a fascination with a retirement community called The Villages. […]
[…] celebrate the first Halloween in my new home, I can’t think of a more appropriate costume than the one pictured above. In case you […]
[…] In fact, they’re such good neighbors that I came for a permanent sleepover! […]
[…] grew up in Canada and only recently arrived here, so my view of today’s U.S. midterm elections isn’t all that different from this Slate […]
[…] walked away, Anitra told me that I just shook hands with Bob Buckhorn, mayor of Tampa. I’m a relatively recent transplant from Toronto, so I’ve never seen a photo of him, and I’m too used to picturing the mayor as either […]
[…] walked away, Anitra told me that I just shook hands with Bob Buckhorn, mayor of Tampa. I’m a relatively recent transplant from Toronto, so I’ve never seen a photo of him, and I’m too used to picturing the mayor as either […]
[…] the Great Prophet Jimmy Buffett, and Judy Blume hang out and generally spend their time being odd. Since moving to Tampa a little over two years ago, I’ve been told by at least a dozen people that I should visit Key West because I’d fit […]
[…] Moving to another country requires you to seriously pare down your belongings. I brought only what I could fit in my previous car — Rhonda the Honda — which meant I had to be choosy with what I kept. One of the things I kept is my trusty Korg Wavestation A/D rackmount synthesizer. […]