March 17, 2012
I met Soli six years ago! The “middle of March” is what I consider our anniversary…our first date was a sushi night, preceded by beers at Dieu du Ciel. It was a great first date, and the following six years have been wonderful and exciting, to say the least. They’ve been filled with food, but also many other adventures, so I thought I’d do a brief recap. Our life together has been full and happy, and I think we’ve made the right choices along the way.
In the past six years, I’ve lived in 4 1/2 homes. I was living in Verdun when I met him, but within a few weeks after our first date, I had taken up residence in his apartment on Parc, visiting my place only occasionally to wash our clothes and pay my rent. In less than one year, I signed for a very loft-like apartment for us to live in on Hotel-de-Ville while he was away on a ten-day meditation. We lived there for a few years, until we were asked to leave (someone bought the building and wanted to move in to our spot). We found a place on Brebeuf and spent a few more years there together, but eventually found it a bit too small and dark for our liking. This past December, we moved into a new home right off of Prince Arthur (one with a backyard and a basement!) and we’re planning on spending a few years here.
We’ve accumulated three cats. Kitin, the grey one, has been with me for about thirteen years now. We adopted Buuda (the black one) from a rescue network and Benedict walked into our Hotel-de-Ville home one morning and just never left.
We’ve travelled around a bit. Our first vacation, about eight months into the relationship, was a sleepless 10-day trip to Vancouver, eating sushi and riding motorcycles.
Our second summer together, I went to New York City for the first time. We started the trip with witnessing an abduction across the street and ended it with patching the axle of the car with bandaids.
The following summer, I took Soli canoe camping, fully expecting him to know how to canoe. We ended up going down rapids backwards in our canoe, losing an oar, and sleeping in a tent with only one dry sweater between the two of us to act as mattress, pillow and blanket. Once you can live together in a cold, damp tent with nothing to do but draw TV screens in the sand and paddle down a river with an oar made out of a tree branch and a trowel, you know you can weather any storm.
Next summer, we took a roadtrip to the Magdalen Islands, a journey through New Brunswick, and then a stop in Prince Edward Island where I insisted on throwing lobster shells out one mile down a dark country road.
Les Isles de les Madeleines? A ferry ride to the place where all beautiful seafood lives. Our bag of scallops and lobster tail snacks were the epitome of great food.
This past summer, we spent time in San Francisco. I thought California would be hot….it isn’t. We scootered around and ate everything we could.
But that was only after spending three weeks in Hawaii…first on Big Island, where we walked across volcanoes, climbed the “highest” mountain in the world (from sea level) and stuffed ourselves with kimchi crabs.
And then on Kauai where we flew in helicopters and I got sick on boats, hiked to waterfalls and woke up to a view of rainforest, dozens of waterfalls and rainbows.
Of course, there’s been a lot of food in between…but sometimes, life is more than just food.