I must be boring my friends with talk of how I don’t want to go back.
It’s not only that I love Vancouver SOOOOOO much more than Toronto. I mean, I do love Vancouver. And I love independence.
Pictures are popping up on facebook of Pride. That means I am seeing my Toronto neighbourhood again. Seeing pictures of my neighbourhood, and especially of Pride, reminds me of feeling so trapped. Not having freedom to pursue what I needed to.
I don’t want to go back. Ever. I’m already dreading going back next summer. It’s not so bad in the winter (ironic, I know) but the summers are a little hellish. It’s humid, and busy. I don’t like the busy. I like my apartment in Toronto. That’s about it. Oh and I like the sushi.
Before I was stressing over finding a job. Now I’m on to stressing about finding a place to live in September. And a doctor. I hate the medical system, damn it.
Work has been great – I just started. My life has been a whirlwind lately and I’m waiting for it to calm the heck down. I’ve gotten sick. So I’m spending Saturday night in bed watching Bones.
I spent yesterday at the beach with a friend reading. Gotta love this place.
It’s interesting how our feelings about Toronto can be so incredibly different. Toronto for me means freedom and I love every minute of it. I cannot wait until I’m able to move back. I love the crowds and the “busy.”
By: Cassandra on June 28, 2009
at 5:30 am
By: dreamsofthecoast on June 29, 2009
at 12:16 am