No Trespassing

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Matt and I happened upon an abandoned house on our way to the fort in Niagara on The Lake. Matt was concerned for my safety the whole time, thinking the porch would collapse whilst I was prancing along it. I am less nervous about these things. Maybe that makes me naive. But for whatever reason, probably being a dancer, I have complete trust in my own body. I’m not really afraid to do many things. I’ll happily hop a tall fence without second guessing myself. I’m not afraid to have someone throw me over their head while trying a new lift in rehearsals. I just trust my own body, and it’s ability to sense when something is not right (thus avoid it) and when something will be totally okay. As of yet, I haven’t had anything horrible happen. Never broken a bone…maybe a few pulls here and there (am i jinxing myself?). But my body has remained fairly intact over the years. That’s not to say I don’t occasionally roll over my own feet when walking in heels, or everyone’s favorite tripping up the stairs (oh god, hopefully no one witnessed that!) I’m not clumsy-free, but if dance has brought me anything over the years, it’s self-assurance, and an awareness of my own body, outside of myself (ie, not kicking someone in the face while dancing). So rickety porch, I will chance falling through you, my curiosity cannot be helped when it comes to forgotten spaces, even if it’s a potential death trap.

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Niagara On The Lake

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Matt and I spent Thanksgiving at his grand parents home in Niagara on the Lake. Niagara played a central role in the War of 1812, so it goes without saying this town is rich with history. The main strip has many buildings that date back to the late 1700’s and early 1800’s, and although the buildings have been restored, they maintain their history with great pride.

Matt and I did a little walking around by the water, down to the fort, and back to the main strip before dinner. I had never been before, so Matt gave me a nice tour of all the local haunts he and his family frequent when they visit. We stuffed ourselves full of cookies and sweets right before dinner, so you can imagine my stomach was in an uncomfortable almost-barf mode after dinner. But you cannot complain when you are surrounded by family, new traditions and delicious meals.

During our walk to the fort, we happened upon an abandoned house, which is a bloggers gold mine(why is that?!). I decided I would share those photos separately, maybe even tomorrow, so keep an eye out.

I hope everyone is having a lovely Thanksgiving with family and friends. I am away from mine this time around, which is a bit of a sore spot. My grandparents just sold their home, and this will be the last holiday my family will spend there. I feel I am missing out in a big way, but work always makes it difficult for me to make it back to Ottawa for every holiday. However, Matt’s family always welcomes me with open arms, which I am truly grateful for.

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Blouse: thrifted Joe Fresh
Skirt: vintage via Common Sort
Purse: vintage via Public Butter
Shoes: Seychelles
Socks: UO