23.

I am sitting in the Canadiana Hostel in western Toronto, drinking free coffee and enjoying the Christmas soundtrack. Today is my birthday. I am 23. I am also alone in a foreign city and completely in love with everything. I have a pile of good books to keep me company for the next few days: I'm hoping to finish Sources of the Self in the next week, maybe get in to some of the novels I got for free, beginning with V.S. Naipaul's Half a Life. I fly home in two days. Then it will be Christmas. Thank God.

Now, rest, reading, probably further posting later today.