Back in Toronto.
I find Toronto strange, right now; placid, satisfied, clean, candid, comfortable. Not like I feel; the edgy "fin-de-race" feeling in Bucharest was suiting me.
For how long? I though whether I could live there. At the time I felt I could. In the long term I dunno. I guess I'd have think how a few months there would change me. The person living in Toronto would not live well there. But, the romanian part of me would probably surface even more than after a month and would make of that place something interesting, especially when combined with my "global" gaze.

Now I gotta look for a shaving machine; mine broke over a week ago, I had to get back to blade shaving, and the cutaneous trauma and bleeding it involves. Can't wait to get back to electric comfort: I have bad shaving skin don't you know! I suppose I prefer the more spiritual discomforts to the material ones :) haha who wouldn't.