November 26, 2015

Six weeks and forty-two sunsets later, I find myself on a propeller plane from Montréal to Toronto and, ultimately, Windsor. A Wild Swan's Tour, which has taken me from Miami to Montréal is wrapping up as neatly as gifts under the tree will be soon. Ending this tour now has clear significance to myself, but the last Thursday of November has no meaning to my Canadian family. As Christmas season creeps ever earlier, I wonder if it is less jarring to people outside of the United States who are without the quintessential Autumnal holiday that is American Thanksgiving. Sitting here, starting at the clouds passing by like a meticulously arranged collection of cotton balls and reminiscing on these six weeks that have had their fair share of ups as well as downs, I find myself eager to revel in the thankful spirit of the season.


I am thankful for the museums from the Pérez Art Museum Miami that quietly and non-chalantly focused exclusively on people of color all the way to Cooperstown with all of its history and love and childhood heroes.

I am thankful for four thousand five hundred miles of safe travels and for somehow not losing anything this time around.


I am thankful for smartphones, interactive maps with public transit directions, and taxi apps.

I am thankful for the fortuitous string of events that has brought me to my new duo partners Alexis Hope and Inari Popcorn.

​I am thankful for the amazingly warm hearts that welcomed me into Canada, accompanied me on the road kept my schedule full to bursting for two full weeks: Dillan, Delilah, Harley, Lorence, and Amelie.

I am thankful for all the food: from the orgasm-inducing lamb meatballs that Inari fed me at DC's Afterwords Cafe to the orgasm-inducing coffee-cured bacon that fed me at Momofuku Toronto.

I am thankful that I am able to meet so many inspiring peers, and I am thankful that, inexplicably to me, they find me just as amazing as I find them: Camille, AmberAspen, Erin, and Simone.

I am thankful for Amanda Roy and the amazing talent she is on both sides of a lens and for the photos she keeps trickling my way.

I am thankful for all of the personal and professional goals I accomplished on this trip.


I am thankful for each and every client I had the pleasure of meeting on this tour, for it is because of them that I am able to realize these dreams.


I am thankful that I have a home to go to that is full of affection and full of cheer, but, perhaps more than anything, I am thankful that my home is no longer bound to geography, but it is instead with all of you.



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