It starts differently each time, but always ends the same. I’m in Toronto, or Vancouver, or Montreal. People around me are immersed in conversation, but to my ears, it’s muted. Words are indistinct murmurs that I don’t even strain to hear. My focus has narrowed to one startling realization: I’m in Canada. That can only mean one thing: Timbits. Timbits immediately. Timbits forever.


Don’t move to San Diego. The weather is too nice. It’s sunny 267 days out of the year and almost never uncomfortably hot. Rain is rare, and when it does happen, it’s legitimately exciting (and sometimes leads to remarkable conditions for surfing). Snow, slush, and sleet are abstract concepts that happen elsewhere. Hoodies are outerwear. Scarves are purely cosmetic. Layering is a fashion statement.

Ocean Beach, San Diego