Life in Ottawa

I’m going to tell you a secret that I shouldn't admit to anyone: I live with my mom,

I love it and I might never leave.

What’s not to love? She makes me dinner, gives me compliments

and is really my #1 fan. I've spent more time with her in the

last two and a half months than the last 10 years combined. 

Has she occasionally folded my laundry? Maybe.

Has she seen that my bedsheets were in the dryer and put new

sheets on before I came home late one night? Possibly. 

Does she criticize me for not having a job or any type of future?

Certainly not!

Yeah, I’m never leaving.

In other news, I love being back in Canada. It’s been a real hoot.

Lots of family time, walks, sleeping in and catching up with friends.

Has everyone’s excitement level of me being back died down?

Indubitably. 

It’s great watching sports live instead of in the middle of the night.

I’m learning how to be a better chef. I’ve made tacos, 7 layer taco dip

and chicken parmesan so far so I’m pleased with my slow but steady

progress. 

Meeting up with friends or family and before saying goodbye I say

“See you next month” instead of “See you next summer”.

It's way better this way.

I haven’t been reading much but now that it’s

November I will get back to turning some pages. 

I play basketball on Mondays with a friend that I met whilst

living in Thailand. Do I get a bit mouthy with some of my

opponents? I’d prefer not to answer that question.

Two months until 2022; how exciting.

I feel good about an Ottawa winter; get some snowboarding in,

shovel some snow, push some kids into snowbanks; it's going

to be terrific.

A few people have asked me if I’m just home for a few months

or if I have any plans to move abroad again in the future.

My answer to that is that I am in Ottawa for good.

Might not be forever but I’m trying to make Ottawa my

home and it’s time to build myself a community. 

I hope you have enjoyed this short update.

I will try and think of an original blog post idea and

post it in the near future. I can’t think of a funny or clever

way to end this blog post.

Sometimes when people order fries, they act like it’s a little adventure.

They’ll be like, “If I get fries, you’ll have a couple, right?

If I get fries for the table, you’ll have — I know you’ll have

fries if I get fries — should we do it? Yeah, let’s be bad!

C’mon, let’s do it, all right, we’re gonna take a plate of fries!”

It’s like a group of couples agreeing to do ecstasy together.

John Mulaney