The subtle differences and inconsistencies that make every day that little more exciting.

 The new discoveries, the words I don’t recognise the slang that has me in giggles and the accents that make the sound of every word taste like tequila; all bitter with no promise of a happy ending

My wallet is heavy with loonies and toonies. I use public transport constantly and I find myself yet again as I always do when I am somewhere new in great debt to Google maps. I am constantly freezing, slipping, searching and always sure that I am supposed to be here.

My head is forever cold; my eyes dry from incessant contact over use and freezing cold temperatures. I’m popping zinc and fish oil tablets in fear of what this weather can do to my skin. I feel the constant itch of eczema and drown my sorrows in a tub of moisturiser. The only use of alcohol is to keep warm as you stumble and fall into Snow Mountains giggling hysterically at your apparent lack of being able to walk in a straight line. When the weather is above 0 there is a certain excitement in the air at being able to take off one more layer. There are people everywhere day and night and somehow you know you belong here.

Everyday I wake up with the promise of a new life.

A new adventure I can sink my teeth into.

I search craigslist’s obsessively for jobs, homes anything to keep me going, fund my addictions and help me meet new people. I am constantly side tracked with the promise of making thousands through adult films and find myself sniggering at the sordid underworld. The obvious questions leading to a promise of a safe environment “Are you open minded?” “No experience necessary!”. Some people have no choice and others make it their choice.

It’s Valentine’s Day and I wake up with the potential of an extreme workout for my credit card. No roses here please! I’ve learnt my lesson with boys, don’t ask for anything you aren’t willing to pay for and I don’t mean with cash.