I have a love affair with houseware items: dishes, bowls, glasses, cutlery, napkins, you name it. And because I’m so into it and spend so much time looking at/shopping for these things, I thought it would be a lot of fun to focus a blog on just that.
As I mentioned a while back, I’ve been reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Ruben, and it has inspired me to do things that will make me happy. My goals aren’t quite as noble as those in the book. This is more about creating a list of things I want to do to make me happier and less about doing things that will also make other people happy. Me, me, me, me!
I’ve drafted a list of things I intend on taking on (mostly connected to creative pursuits). Here’s what I’ve got so far:
Take another photography class (maybe even a few more)
Start a new blog (I’ve got something I’d like to focus exclusively on, outside of this space)
Cook & Bake (from the loads of cookbooks I’ve accumulated)
Keep a recipe journal of my favourite recipes (with my own notes)
Take more sewing classes
Read more (a book a month seems like a decent goal to start off with, considering I’ve been averaging about 1-2 a year)
It’s a short list and I’ve been ramping up to some of these for a while now. Basically, I’m setting myself up for success (and that’s bound to make me happy, right?). And, it’s also something to blog about.
My mother came in on Saturday on the train from New Brunswick. My mom takes the train often. She gets a free coach ticket because my father spent his career working for CN. And until I was 21 I enjoyed the same privilege.
Let’s just say there are A LOT of train rides in my past. I spent a significant amount of time from my childhood riding the rails from New Brunswick to Toronto once or twice per year. I love it. And I would really like to take the train west some day to Vancouver.
I’ve passed through Union Station's doors many, many times in my life, not just for a commute, but for significant voyages. Arriving at Union always reminds me of those exciting journeys I took as a child. It also reminds me of one journey nearly 12 years ago. I called my mom to tell her I arrived in Toronto, and she blurted out that my father had passed away. Long story short, she thought I was with a friend, but I was alone. Every time I go pick my mom up, I pass by the bank of phone booths and take a moment to remember. I still love that train station though.
I decided to head there a bit early on Saturday, to snap a few pics and hang out for a bit. Generally when I pass through Union, it’s on the Subway, or on a commute. It was nice to spend some time there and reflect.