It started in a restaurant three years too late.
When I moved to Ottawa I had absolutely no desire to get out and discover any of its unique nouns. People. Places. Things.
None. Now, I’ve been here long enough that I should know this city inside and out and backwards. I should be able to give you directions to the nearest coffee shop to my place, but quite honestly I doubt I’ve ever been there.
I’ve never been to Winterlude, Bluesfest, or any other fantastic event that has become a traditional Ottawa affair. I’m not really sure why.
Last September, I was sitting with my roommate at the Royal Oak, we started talking about restaurants we wanted to try, and naturally the conversation progressed. We complied a long list of all the things we have yet to do.
And sadly after three years, putting together a list of everything we’ve done would’ve been shorter.
After that we determined that we MUST fulfill our last year with newfound fun. We would probably surprise ourselves.
