After 7 months of promo, 6 weeks of touring and a hellish Juno's experience, I decided it would be a good idea to go into hidden.
It was almost at the point of permanent hiding. A small room in a mental institution.
Peaceful as they may have sounded, it wouldn't have paid the bills.
So holiday on my lonesome is was.
I needed to spend some time hanging with just me.
I often forget to sit down and ask myself "how are you doing", "are you finding things to smile about?", "are you happy".....
Sometimes i don't even listen to music for weeks.
Crikey, thats the souls fuel.
I spent a week in Toronto.
Didn't speak to anyone for the 3 days.
Barely looked at my phone.
The very first morning i woke up to the sound of Street Cars/Trams. I felt like i was home.
Toronto is very much like Melbourne and i love every second of being there.
I rode the trams to know where.
I walked up and down the streets and shopped in vintage stores and cute boutiques.
I sat in the park and read.
I sat in cafes drinking coffee and writing in my journal.
I played my guitar.
I listened to jazz, drank red wine and danced around the room.
The first 4 nights i stayed at a really cool hotel.
The last few nights i stayed with my wonderful friends Steve and Seamus and puppy Rhys. They were so loving. I didn't want to leave.
I didn't take my camera out with me.
I was done being a tourist for a while.
The room i made messy very quickly. I didn't make my bed once.
All my shoes i made fit in my suitcase.