After almost eight years, I'll be leaving my adopted town of Peterborough and heading back to Toronto, where I grew up. Agata and I will be moving in with our good friends Meagh and Claire, who are probably two of my favourite people in the world - and the whole thing feels really, really exciting.
We managed to find a house we can afford, in a neighbourhood we like, with lots of windows and a big yard for gardening and enough space for peaceful cohabitation. The whole thing is in desperate need of a coat of paint and some love, but I think we're up for it.
But I will miss our Peterborough apartment. Agata and I have lived here for two years now, and it was our first place together. It's been good to us.
I will especially miss this kitchen. So much light. So little counter space.
