Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn

Whenever I go somewhere alone and stay in the hotel by myself, the first thing I do when I get into the room is to turn on the lights and set the TV to a news channel, to give myself the illusion of some form of communication.

As I moved out and am living alone now, I find myself not turning on television that much (no cable might have something to do with it), but using the internet and the radio. The computer has become a sort of a window to the outside world - it's just open there, with my msn/gtalk/facebook on, and human interaction just a chime away. And then I listen to the radio: I like how the host speaks to me even though I know s/he's just addressing to a anonymous crowd.

Curiously, although there's always loads of activities lined up, I always end up sticking to the internet after I get home like moth to fire. I think I still have not yet gotten used to living alone really yet and I don't know if I ever will when everyone is a chime away - which means I'm never really really alone unless I walk outside - ironically.

However, I do enjoy the random discovery walks I take in the nooks and corners of the big T-dot. Arriving in the new city offered a kind of anonymity, and made me feel like I'm an observer who was never meant to stay. Slowly, though, I've found that feeling to be fading, more and more each time there are visits from Montreal and I become their "local". There are more and more activities lined up (painting class restarting in 2 weeks time), more and more people I meet, more and more places I discover, until the day the city swallows me, and until the day it spits me out to another place...