Slowly but surely

This morning was probably the first time since I've moved that I almost got that 'glowing' feeling. Step 1: Wake up when your body tells you to.
Step 2: Don't go in to work (it's Saturday, so many of you would think this is obvious, but it's not)

I finally made it to the Jean-Talon Market which is quite close to where I live.
Just a hop, skip and a jump across the Blue line. The look of the stations, the metro on wheels, and the sound of the closing door alarm reminded me that although I'm in the same country, I can still feel like I'm in a foreign land.
I stopped off at a shop on the way there that did remind me of 'home' (which, in itself, I need to assess my understanding about that word) and then onto the market.
Normally a brisk walker, it's a clear sign of 'something' when I slow down (in stride and in life). And that's when I felt it. It might not have been to the degree that it can be, but it was there and that's the most important thing. I also found a Chinese grocery store nearby and that was another nice moment. I think it's not really the 'home' thing, but a sense of reassurance or familiarity that is nice.
I'm just munching on a sandwich (with dijon mustard - oh la la!!!) that I picked up at a local bakery (I have now tried each of the three bakeries in my neighbourhood that neighbours/locals have talked about - one is meant to go to each for different reasons) before heading off on another adventure this afternoon.

Now why has it taken me this long to have a day like today? Lots of reasons, but one of them was that I decided to take on a task (in true, "Darn it, I'm going to try it all!"). The first deadline was yesterday and there were a lot of hours and worry invested into it before taking a break from it for the weekend. But the stress was worth it. I'm doing what I love (so I lied, after a late night at work last week walking to the bus stop, I got a twinge of 'glow').