I know I have been talking about this move to toronto for like weeks.
friday was my last night in the city, tropp was kind enough to let me brought a few bottle of wine to his cellar to store. On top of that, he invited me to stay for supper. we had chopped liver (yes, he is a jew, but that had nothing to do with why were eating liver, he just like it, so do I), and text book perfect roasted chicken.
duan took me to the airport yesterday afternoon, we were running late as usually (not quite disaster though), so there wasn't time to think about much,
but, it is official now, we will see what sort of trouble I can get myself into north of the border.