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Restoration ecologist. Pollinator friend. Scientist.
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I'm moving to the inner suburbs of Toronto and that is WEIRD. It is so counter to what I've built my identity upon for the last 15 years. #Etobicoke

Routine middle aged cancer screening time. Just wished a complete stranger healthy breasts and she wished me the same.

Toronto landlords be like... I need first and last up front and all these things. I'll get back to you eventually. Also can you move in 4 days from now but make sure I get 60 days notice when you leave. Also no farting.

Apartment hunting is strange. Right now I'm finding lots of places with no closets. How do you live in 2-3 bedrooms without a closet?

Came home from walking the dog this evening and my reward was a sighting of a baby screech owl in our backyard. I'm pretty excited by this encounter.

The dog and I have big plans to lie on the couch by the AC together this weekend. I'm too exhausted and hot to do anything else.

Among those who say they had felt the impacts of extreme weather, almost two-thirds reported being forced to stay indoors because of air quality concerns.

There is a cardinal's nest somewhere in the hedges between my apartment building and our neighbour's house with a baby. Think I can text my neighbour so I can stand in her yard with binoculars trying to scope it out? Or is that just too weird? I live in central Toronto.

Being a human barometer really sucks.

Conference is over. Graduation happened. I feel like I'm 20 years younger and 40 pounds lighter now that those stresses are in the rearview mirror.

The world is a shitshow but today I finally have my convocation ceremony. And I have pockets in my outfit to wear under the gown.

I've been added to a group chat for my 25th high school reunion and I'm not sure if I want to throw up or if I grab some popcorn for the impending shit storm.

After an exhausting last few months, I'm celebrating this weekend by reading and napping on the couch. That was a doozy, and I'm glad my contract is up.

There are a bunch of teenagers singing about dead moms on the Dufferin bus and everything is a living hell.

I am home and decompressing from a very successful conference that I organized. That is the best sleep I've had in easily a month.

I am definitely the person who called reception to complain about the room next to mine smoking a very stinky cigar.

I'm exhausted and all of the chaos starts tomorrow, but for now I'm sitting in my hotel room listening to the waves crashing on the shore and everything is fine.

An 8 am flight seemed smart when I booked it. After 5 hours of sleep I am regretting my choices.

There are many high school kids flying out today to some science fair and they all have poster tubes. I'm legit jealous of them.

Some days I find it absolutely bonkers that I live in Toronto but spend all of my day working in French. Today is one of those days. Being bilingual opened more doors for me here than it ever did when I lived in Montreal, where I grew up.

By this time next week I will be done juggling my duties as director of an ecological restoration not-for-profit with my full time science communications role and I am so very, very sad and relieved at the same time. I'm exhausted.