Canadian Living in Paris
So where the heck have I been?
Long story:1. Writing a bazillion letters after the whole Etsy Quit Your Day Job megaopolis blog post.
2. Writing the book about how I left the fast lane for a slow stroll in Paris. Due to the editor next week. EEK!
3. Poland... snow storm... airport hotel... Copenhagen. Even longer story.
4. Waiting by the mailbox with a soft smile and an open heart for THIS:
Why you may ask do I want this April 2013 issue of Canadian Living magazine, mailed to me by my mother ($12 for shipping can you believe it)?
Because my article is in it!
I can't hardly believe it.
Look... there's my name!
When it arrived I tried to be all cool and calm, pretending that I was just a regular girl flipping through the magazine and then LO AND BEHOLD, why what is this article about Paris and my hometown? But I didn't do a very good job of casually flipping. I turned the first page, then the next then FLURRY OF FLIPPING and arrived at my page. Oh bliss oh joy.
Fellow Canadians, I implore you to pick up the April 2013 issue of Canadian Living and read how I compare the ol' hometown of Clear Creek, Ontario (population, 5 or 6) to Paris, (population, considerably more). And for the rest of the world? You can try the digital edition like Josh did, one of the 5 or 6 other Clear Creekians, who moved to Europe like I did.
The world hath shifted.
1. My aunt who works at the general store a few towns over has been doing a grassroots campaign, convincing everyone who comes into the store for a cottage cheese or Saltines to buy a copy.
2. My mother has replaced all the magazines in the waiting room of the dentist office where she works with just this issue.
3. The Urban Parisian café in Port Dover, Ontario, that I mentioned in the article had already ripped out the page to display before my sister had a chance to show them. "Is your sister?" YES!!!!
3. Friends have posted their pages on Facebook. Well, 2 of the 6 Clear Creekians.
It's a big deal for the 6 of us who grew up in this town that is so very tiny that when you drive into town, you can hold your breath long enough to get to the sign heading out of town. And you don't even need to be fit. You won't pass out or anything. It's that tiny.
