oqoqo mini photo show
The day leading up to it was a daydream. Toronto served itself to me on a silver platter. The sky was bright, and I trudged around happily in my boots, my jacket done up asymetrically (my friends pointed out, telling me they loved me) and my grin bigger than ever.
Kensington Market is the best place to be in the fall, with crates of fruit and autumn vegetables flowing out of stores in abundance. Rastafarians were laughing and jumping around in the steets. People were buying fresh bread and pastries, stopping for coffee, or perusing through the many vintage stores. Inside a cheese shop, I smiled feverishly with two other young blondes as we tasted everything in store, and left with a heavy armful of the best: double cream Brie, dill Havarti, hard goat cheese and more.
I walked back to class eating an apple the size of my head, vendors in Chinatown yelling out to me, loving the sight of long blonde hair.
In the evening I stood amongst photos, friends, beautiful organic clothing and the heavenly cheese selection.
It was a small step, a small photo show, but a leap towards something more. I know what I would do differently now, how I can improve, and what I can do in the future to keep working towards something better.
I'm young, and it feels good sometimes, just feeling my way through it all.