love life

I don’t have many words to describe my time in Ontario these past few weeks, but I have tried to make a point of bringing my camera with me and actually taking pictures. My camera has been pretty cooped up since I got back from Uganda in August.

Snow, friends, and adventures have fairly sufficiently filled my time here. Yesterday afternoon may have been the peak. There’s nothing like a good nature walk with a some of your best friends and a crazy dog to fill your emotional tank.

These two are something else.


I love them dearly and they are some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. They live and breathe love and laughter – and it’s infectious.


Kristin – Ridiculous, loud, hilarious, caring. I have so much fun with this girl. Whether we’re walking in the rain, running over curbs in Dundas, or drinking coffee – it’s always met with laughter and sarcasm. We make fun of horrible art galleries, drink mediocre coffee, and quite often start conversations with ‘Can I ask you something?’. She is open with how she’s feeling, genuinely cares about how you’re doing, and somehow makes you feel better in the midst of crappy life situations. This girl is joy through and through.


Riley – This girl is something else. We bonded over rugby and it’s just gone from there. She’s my fellow wandering spirit and understands my heart on more levels than anyone else. All filters are lost when we’re together – this tends to be the best entertainment. Her smile and laugh are infectious. We can be separated by distance for years – reunite us and you’ll wonder if time passed at all. I’m making bets on whether we’ll ever live on the same continent again, but I love seeing where we are now and cannot wait to see where we end up years from now. She loves well – even if it’s in the form of picking on me. We may be crazy, but at least we can be crazy together.


I’m so excited for these girls next adventures together in Australia. Hopefully I’ll be able to join them for a few weeks to cause some ruckus on the other side of the globe. I’m so thankful for who they are and their intentional friendships. These girls are going places – they’re on their way.

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blame it on the rain

Sometimes it rains.

Sometimes it rains at inconvenient times.

Sometimes it rains when it really should be snowing.

Sometimes when it rains you have to go for a walk anyway.

Sometimes when it rains you get a coffee, grab your camera, and enjoy the day.

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winter wonderland

Ontario is good for the soul.

Clean air. White snow. Tim Hortons.

I leave for Uganda in just over a week, and there’s no better way to finish my time on this content (for now) than with a white Christmas and the people I grew up with.

I won’t lie to you – it’s stinkin’ cold all the way up here. I’m lacking in warm clothing, winter footwear, and any tolerance for being outside for longer than three-and-a-half minutes. The days where the temperature dipped bellow freezing were few and far between in North Carolina, and leaving the house to find frost on my windshield was as crazy as winter got. I haven’t seen a temperature above freezing since I arrived here in The North Pole. I don’t see Santa, his elves haven’t brought me hot chocolate, and I’m face deep in snow.

Although the hot chocolate has been scarce, the cinnamon roll I had from the farmers market this morning more than made up for it. I’ve been trying to fit in all the classic activities that come with being here. This is the longest period of time that I’ve spent in Ontario since moving almost two years ago. My sweet/crazy/Aussie-ish friend Riley is also home for the holiday season – so of course we’ve been causing a fair amount of trouble and consuming far too much caffeine. Quite necessary after almost two years apart – clearly making up for lost time. This morning was the St. Jacobs Farmers Market adventure. It was complete with maple syrup scouting and drooling at the sight of poutine. It ended with a lady trying to make Riley smile for a picture by repeatedly wishing her a “Merry Christmas”. We attract the crazies – and we’re okay with it.

Smiles and cinnamon rolls for all!

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