Ang is constantly amazed at how lucky I am, and for good reason. I always happen to meet the best people and my life’s events often sound like they’re taken straight out of a movie. Sometimes I get worried because I can’t really believe that any of it is real and I keep expecting something horrible to happen because there’s no way anyone could have such consistently good luck!
Well, get ready to turn one more shade of green because I have another serendipitous story for you! It’s not quite as crazy as my luckiest story in the world (aka 2 Degrees in Brisbane), but it was just what I needed right now.

We wore masks for Div’s Going Away Party. Left to right: me, Div, Sarah, and Bee who was visiting for the weekend
As you probably could have expected from my past posts and updates, Div’s departure hit me hard. I met him with a group of friends on my second night out in New York and have since spent about five or six days every week with different variations of the same extended group of people — most of which included him. Knowing that my closest friend here would be leaving and that I probably wouldn’t see him for a year while everyone else would be going back to Europe or Australia later this summer was heartbreaking.
Div left for Amsterdam on Thursday and is now in Paris. Eva is meeting him in Paris before she comes back from Germany later this month and Sarah will see him later this summer when she returns to Lyon. Listening to everyone make plans to see one another abroad so soon was starting to make me feel tethered to a city that I knew wouldn’t be the same without the people I’d grown to associate with it. That Thursday morning I was crying so much on the subway that a woman actually walked from the opposite end of the car to give me a paper towel. That’s right, not a tissue, a PAPER TOWEL! LOL I probably looked ridiculous.

Sharing wine and a cheese sandwich at Think Coffee — it’s like I was being prepped for Paris all along! This was taken the same day I met Ryan Gosling (sorry, no picture of that)
Well, that same awful day, I got some really great news. I had received an invitation for a press trip the day before, and I didn’t think that I would be able to go because I’d only been working at the company since February and it’s technically unfeasible to request time off so soon. Well, I already knew that my boss and coworkers are awesome, but this was just additional confirmation to a well-known fact. After hearing about the opportunity, my boss and HR approved of my time off and I was able to RSVP in the affirmative that day for a week long trip to Amsterdam and Paris in June! Yes, of all the cities in the entire world, I will be going on a press trip to AMSTERDAM and PARIS! What are the chances, right?
This will be my first visit to Western Europe, and I couldn’t be more excited! I feel especially lucky and privileged because I am the only blogger that has been invited (the other guests include six journalists). In preparation, I’ve invested in some new equipment (details in my next post) and will be spending the next month trying to catch up on all the posts I’ve been meaning to write before I go.
Stay tuned!
PS More greenery: I met Ryan Gosling! It was April Fools day and I was meeting Div at Panya in the East Village, as we often did on weekends. We both noticed a guy who looked like Ryan Gosling but neither of us thought it was him. Div thought he was too tall to be Ryan, and I just never thought I’d meet a celebrity at Panya. Since it was April Fools, I decided I wanted to take a picture with the guy and send it to Bee as a joke to say “haha Look, I met Ryan Gosling!”
I went up to the guy who was waiting for his order at the back of the bakery and said “Hi, I’m sure you get this a lot but you look a lot like Ryan Gosling. Do you mind if I take a photo with you?” He turned around to face me and quietly tilted his head as he said “I’d rather not.” I thought for a split second that maybe the guy just didn’t like taking pictures with strangers (understandable), but then I thought ‘wait, he *really* looks like Ryan Gosling’ and said “Wait, you’re not *actually* Ryan Gosling are you?” Hahaha
Ryan gave a little nod and asked what my name was. I introduced myself and we shook hands. I asked if he came to Panya often, to which he replied “what?” — so no, I guess he doesn’t. I then said something stupid about how the cooked dishes weren’t as good as the buns at Panya and we exchanged a few lines about being Canadian before I left to go microwave my bun with Div.












