I first met Kaori in Montreal, we were both working an internship at the Canadian Space Agency and both had horrible bosses. We took solace in giggling over terrible stories of my boss Elvira who screamed my name from her office out into a sea of cubicles, fortunately the cubicles were two inches taller than me so as soon as I heard the screeching I started to sneak away in the opposite direction.
Even though we were both from Nova Scotia we quickly lost touch until we discovered, through the magic of Facebook, that we were both in Toronto. We renewed the friendship and started working as a writer/photographer team for food events for Torontoist where we were able to attend so many events I couldn’t have afforded on my own.
Some of my best food memories are with Kaori.
So when I arrived back in Toronto I was eager to meet up with her. Of course she knew the amazing place for brunch and promised that if we went early enough Beast Restaurant would probably have some of its maple bacon donuts still warm.
But what struck me the most that day was her positivity. Usually when you catch up with people they tell you everything that is wrong with their life. But on this cold Sunday morning Kaori told me how great her life was, not bragging but encouraging. I left brunch feeling so upbeat, her enthusiasm for life had left me walking away with a smile.
I want to be like that.
And while coming home has had highs and lows, it seems every time I feel a low she pops up. Earlier this week I was sick and had to miss out on a fantastic event with Well Preserved, and she showed up at my door with bacon jam and stayed to talk.
By the time she left I didn’t feel sick at all.