i was driving the other day. it seemed to be the first real day of spring/summer weather and i couldn’t help but think to myself how much i love to drive. then i was a sad panda because i remembered that i’m moving to toronto, a nice, big, transit loaded, metropolitan city where, no doubt, i won’t be driving.
so, what a better way to finish the summer than driving 13 hours to chi city, seeing some of my favourite bands play in a weekend, and then driving 13 hours back home.
this is going to be the time of my life.