The holidays are often the busiest time of the year, unsurprisingly so.
Once again, I've found my upcoming schedule inexplicably hectic all of a sudden. I'd argue it's less "overcommitment" and rather "forgetfulness towards prior commitments", though it would equate it the same turnout when viewed plainly on one's calendar.
Once again, I've found my upcoming schedule inexplicably hectic all of a sudden. I'd argue it's less "overcommitment" and rather "forgetfulness towards prior commitments", though it would equate it the same turnout when viewed plainly on one's calendar.
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Over the past few years, friendships have been tested for resilience. Contrasting (and potentially conflicting) perspectives, pandemic-related struggles, and staggered journeys of self-growth were contributing elements of distance - be in the physical or metaphorical sense. A handful of previously-established bonds were broken, some merely maintained by sporadic surface-level interactions, and a couple fortified by similar standpoints, withstanding the challenges of time and change.
Amongst my roster of virtual interactions, a particular user reached out to extend an invitation to a media launch event coinciding with one of my in-office days. Nearly five years have passed since our last in-person meeting, with the last excursion taking place on the border of Markham and Scarborough.
Amongst my roster of virtual interactions, a particular user reached out to extend an invitation to a media launch event coinciding with one of my in-office days. Nearly five years have passed since our last in-person meeting, with the last excursion taking place on the border of Markham and Scarborough.
For the event was scheduled to take place until 5:30 PM, I took to a solo sojourn before her arrival downtown.
stackt's Holiday Hills Market hadn't conjured much tremendous interest (nor positive feedback, for that matter) from my surrounding circle. Though I figured the destination was close enough for a brief detour; I'd be waiting aimlessly anyway.
stackt's Holiday Hills Market hadn't conjured much tremendous interest (nor positive feedback, for that matter) from my surrounding circle. Though I figured the destination was close enough for a brief detour; I'd be waiting aimlessly anyway.
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stackt's Holiday Hills Market hadn't conjured much tremendous interest (nor positive feedback, for that matter) from my surrounding circle. Though I figured the destination was close enough for a brief detour; I'd be waiting aimlessly anyway.
After transferring between the 503 and 504 streetcars along King, I eventually arrived at the entrance near sundown. It was mostly empty at this time, for the City was transitioning between rush hour commutes and post-work activities.
After transferring between the 503 and 504 streetcars along King, I eventually arrived at the entrance near sundown. It was mostly empty at this time, for the City was transitioning between rush hour commutes and post-work activities.
The corridors featured holiday-themed installations, ranging from a sleigh with wooden reindeer silhouettes, string lights and garlands, and a Christmas tree at the centre of the market.
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Featured across countless social media accounts was the Tunnel of Lights, an arc fitted with flickering red, yellow, blue, and purple bulbs. The palette was complemented by the similarly cool-toned gradient of the evening sky, but was likely to be even more brilliant against a backdrop of sheer dimness. The CN Tower being visible from the west end of the tunnel was another noteworthy aspect, particularly visitors with for photo-taking aspirations.
Nearing Belgian Moon Brewery were more installations, a series of bonfires, two food trucks, and the outdoor market's signature curling lanes. At the north end was the Fizz & Fire patio and a sliver of a dog park.
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