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To summarize, in the Greater Toronto Area (GTA), from last year to May 2019, we had: * less listings available, * price went up, * more homes sold, * with less time on the market.

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Tuesday 21st May, ’19. 1pm.

Some endings are quiet.

Sunlight is pouring through our open bedroom window. I’m laying down, the only sound that of my breathing and a plane up in the sky. It’s almost impossible to imagine how different tomorrow will be. I’m not even telling myself to soak up the last moments; I’m not forcing myself to ‘enjoy it’. I’m just letting it rest. Letting it be. It doesn’t matter what I do, what I think, what I say… the sun will rise tomorrow and it’ll be the end of something and the beginning of something else.

My writing time is over. My experimental living time is over. I’ve had five months – more than a gift, more than an opportunity – to figure a few things out about my life. And… have I figured things out? Can I really even attempt to answer that now? Or does it take a while to fully appreciate the experience and draw everything out of it? I suspect the latter.

It’s hard not to feel like I could have done more. Yes, I published a book – but I could have sold more copies. I could have made more headway on the sequel. I could have pushed harder, earlier, to get into a bindery. I could have secured a part-time job sooner to avoid the financial stress and pressure. I could have spent more time submitting work to competitions. I could have played more guitar, learned more French, kept the house even tidier. I could have tried more business ventures.

But those are all things I only realise now, at the end. Could haves aren’t very helpful. I should focus more on the learned things, which is harder to do, because it involves a degree of self-praise which is painful at best and cringe-inducing at worst.

I’m going to attempt to ask myself anyway.

What did I learn?

I learned that I have the discipline and the focus to see a writing project through to the end if it’s what I set my mind to. That, if possible, I would pursue writing at the exclusion of every and any other career path. I learned that I can be exceptionally perfectionistic when it concerns something artistic, and that striving for perfection (but accepting it is unattainable) is still important to strive for. It keeps me trying to be better.

I learned that I love to take care of the people I love. That it brings me joy to make meals, keep a house functioning, and just generally make sure everyone has what they need. This was surprising to me – that I could find pleasure in something I once thought mundane (cooking); that I didn’t mind repetitive tidying as much as I thought I might. Overall, being the person who ‘looks after’ things was something that gave me joy and I genuinely felt like I added value in a different way.

I learned that, when possible, I like to take things slow. I like to start my day when I wake up naturally. I like to have little routines and appreciate things like the way the light hits the house, the way coffee tastes, and listen to good music. I like to adapt what I’m doing to my energy level, my creative motivations, and I like to listen to lectures and educational talks when doing anything with my hands. This is perhaps the most self-indulgent, pleasure-seeking way to live; and yet, living this way, I produced my most beautiful books, intense creative results, and best meals. It was living like this that made me calm and able to socialise without restriction. It’s clear why: this is living without stress. This is what a day without stress, obligation, duty, and depression looks like.


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Summer of Salt by Katrina Leno


A magic passed down through generations … Georgina Fernweh waits with growing impatience for the tingle of magic in her fingers—magic that has been passed down through every woman in her family. Her twin sister, Mary, already shows an ability to defy gravity. But with their eighteenth birthday looming at the end of this summer, Georgina fears her gift will never come. An island where strange things happen … No one on the island of By-the-Sea would ever call the Fernwehs what they really are, but if you need the odd bit of help—say, a sleeping aid concocted by moonlight—they are the ones to ask. No one questions the weather, as moody and erratic as a summer storm. No one questions the (allegedly) three-hundred-year-old bird who comes to roost on the island every year. A summer that will become legend … When tragedy strikes, what made the Fernweh women special suddenly casts them in suspicion. Over the course of her last summer on the island—a summer of storms, of love, of salt—Georgina will learn the truth about magic, in all its many forms.

This beautiful, heartwrenching puzzle of a book is absolutely the weirdest thing I’ll read all year, and I absolutely loved it.

Sometimes you read a book so dazzling that you wish you could live in it– Hogwarts, Ketterdam, Red London, you name it. But sometimes you stumble upon a book and you swear you called this place home in another lifetime. It’s a strange combination of enchanting and comforting, a song your soul has sung since birth.

For me, Summer of Salt is that book.

There are so many comparisons I could draw up. The highly atmospheric By-The-Sea reminds me strongly of Thisby. The Fernwehs in all their magic and mundanity, as well as the sense of timelessness juxtaposed strongly with modern characters and modern social issues, call Wild Beauty to mind. Still, it feels wrong, reducing this book like that; it’s more than reminiscent of another author’s work, and its crisp, wry prose helps it stand on its own. Leno does a great job of settling you into the narrator’s head and home, of establishing Georgina’s everyday life without ever infodumping or turning her family’s quiet magic into an oddity.

The characters were all great. Georgina was too, too painfully relatable. A disaster lesbian who dislikes large parties and getting drunk but isn’t condescending about it? A small-town girl who never felt like her sexuality was much of a big deal? She’s amazing. Then there’s effusive, floating Mary, and non-threatening, charming Harrison, and Prue– Prue, who could easily have been an aloof and mysterious girl, but instead is so sweet.

And even though it’s not a book about the LGBT experience, the rep still makes my heart sing. Leno doesn’t make her characters suffer for being queer, nor does she have any qualms about saying the words “lesbian”, “bisexual”, and “aroace”. It absolutely improved my day.

TL;DR: I don’t know if I vibe really well with magical realism or if I keep picking good books, but Summer of Salt is a beautiful story that had me blinking back tears and pacing in the last quarter. Please, please read it.

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May Run-through

May has been an eventful month, so far.

Following the first two-part CMA exam, I cease to function, that both my body and mind decided to act as if it was already in vacation. They weren’t, though. I still have one more exam by the end of June and reviews are still on-going which means, there are still comprehensive exams every now and then. In addition, I began fan-girling over a new Korean boy group, Seventeen. I know them from their pre-debut days but never got to stick around and when I re-discovered them again, I couldn’t help but to reminisce. I stan them now ‘cause all of them are so talented, both individually and as a group, and so underrated that it pisses me off. But anyways, they’re also one of the reasons why I’m so preoccupied with my personal time other than studying.

First family get-together for the year (except New Years) was when we went to check out the Planetarium. Last year, we would usually arrange these kinds of get-together every month but everyone got busy this year that managing time was a herculean task to even do. But I am glad that we get to do this once again and bonded over silhouette pictures. 

I got to finally watch the Avengers: Endgame, with my friends eventually. Initially, I planned to watch it with my nephew but I had my reviews on weekends and he had classes on weekdays so he watched it with his cousins instead. Of course, I was crying until the ending credits rolled up on the screen, too shocked to say anything. I was trying so hard to muffle my cries, my chest heaving a little too much. And I swore at the blaring lights that greeted me when I entered the comfort room. After that, we ate at Zark’s and I had to go early because my stomach started acting up. I thought I could hold it in but I started getting cold sweats and that was my signal that I needed to go home. Fortunately, my place was just a few minutes away. So embarrassing but my friends were concerned and too sympathetic (thank God!).

After a one-year delay, I passed my application for Civil Service exam once and for all. I had to do it or else, I would’ve lost my hair from pulling it too much because my mom wouldn’t stop reminding and nagging me about it. She always asks every freaking day and it was literally driving me insane. So to appease her demands and to maintain my sanity as well, I went ahead and applied. Now, I can sleep without worries.

Lastly, the preparations for graduation started. We had our rehearsals last May 21, then the Baccalaureate Mass and the long-awaited exit of the Arch of the Centuries last May 24, the distribution of graduation passes last May 31 and the tiring haunt for the perfect clothes and shoes (I had to go through three different Shoemarts just to find them).


Wow May went by fast but a lot happened! #1secondeveryday #1SEme #May2019 @1secondeveryday (at Koreatown, Los Angeles)

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