Katie Leggitt

I'm stealing internet from my cellphone right now, and I'll probably regret it later, but I just gotta lay down some words before I hit the hay. I kind of feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz after she wakes up in her new colorful surroundings.  Like I got whipped around in a bad storm and then woke up to a whole new beginning.  Minus the whole dreamy hallucination Wicked Witch stuff. I'm full of gratitude.  It's ridiculous.  I've got some insence on the go, have a couple of grocery items slowly filling up my fridge, Gracie's gnawing on her bone by my side, life is good.  It's great. Now that I feel like I've turned a new page in life, moving out on my own like the grown woman I am, it feels as though I will shed all unwanted emotional residue left over from the tougher times I've experienced over the past year or so.  Not to sound too dramatic, but yeah the outlook is good.  SO GOOD! I've got teapots and cds and mugs all over my counter

I love how sense memory kicks in full throttle at the onset of Spring.  Smells, tiny memories of times past, it all comes flooding back after the dead of the Winter. And this Spring, Katie is moving again.  I'm leaving the Mile End and heading South-West.  St-Henri, it's about to get real. I spent 3 years in St-Henri while attending Cegep.  The Dome Theatre, now a decrepit abandoned building, was located a block away from Place St-Henri metro.  We probably spent more time there than we did with our families at the time, so the neighborhood has a bit of a sentimental flare to it for me. Somehow I became deadlocked on moving to St-Henri and after visiting several apartments, I found one that felt.. really promising.  It's a loft of sorts, an old store, in the very West end of the borough.  I never imagined myself living in a place with such high ceilings, but it seems the ole' universe aligned itself and is giving me space to really spread my wings.  *tear. That&#