de facto redhead

It’s official – I am finished school! I had my last day of placement on Friday and drove home to North Bay on Saturday morning. It was a sunny day, the roads were clear, and I had the music cranked the entire way (Thriller was a particular hit). It feels great to have this course behind me, and while I still have provincial licensing exams to write in the coming months, the largest part of this wild and crazy journey is complete! Here are some pictures that take you through my typical day in Toronto, specifically my last 24 hours in the city:

Welcome to my bus stop!

Here I am, wearing my usual outerwear uniform (I was a constrained traveller and only packed two coats. How did I survive?)

Here comes the ol’ 43! Hop on up!

Wexford Heights Pharmasave in Scarborough, where you could find me toiling away from 9 to 5 for the past four weeks.

Recognize the things in this locker?

Oh! Home time! Which means it was time for me to wait for the bus again, in the shelter across the street from the pharmacy. Pretty convenient!

It’s my stop!

Almost home, which was way up to my brother’s place on the 28th floor in the tower on the left.

Going up!

I spent many evenings in that armchair, either watching TV or reading on the interwebs, and while it looks cramped in here, that’s because my brother graciously moved his desk out of his spare bedroom so I could blow up my trusty air mattress. I also spent almost every night in the kitchen because my brother is a 24-year-old bachelor whose cupboards are filled with pre-packaged junk I spent every day trying to convince him to ditch. I, on the other hand, am his wizened and spiritual 30-year-old sister.

Ta-da! The staff at the pharmacy presented me with this basket before I left for the day. Guess what? I’m the best. HA.

My brother took this photo with his phone so my mom could see us about to start our game of Racko. I bugged Darcy every night to play the one and only board game in his house, but he wouldn’t give in until my last night. What a loser.

Judging by the writing on the wall and the booth’s motif, who can guess where my brother and I went for breakfast before I left on Saturday?

All set to go with jacket removed, phone on the seat, green tea at the ready, and water for when my singing/screeching was too much for even me.

Almost there!

Home again, where Darcy had these flowers waiting for me. What a nice gent.

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