Toronto, I love you.

Toronto, I love you. I really do.

I love the way that you look so beautiful, even on a cloudy day. I love your unfailing courtesy, even in the most dense of crowds. Thank you for welcoming me with such ease and treating me as though I belonged, though I’m sure I stood out like a sore thumb.

Thank you for allowing me to escape, for giving me the freedom to by myself, for allowing me the opportunity to truly feel whole. Though it was but a quick visit, the time I spent with you meant a whole lot more to me than anything I could explain to my family.

It’s funny, you know, as we grow we change so much. Complete facets of who we thought we were become moments passed, memories faded and desires forgotten. It’s almost as though, one day when you weren’t looking, all of your goals changed. I have such a love for the West Coast, for the mountains, for the Pacific Ocean and the rainforest, and now, for a city in the 4,000 miles away.

While I’m still very much the same me that I’ve always been, I feel calmer. I feel more relaxed about life, more in tune with who I am and what I am capable of. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to find that within myself.

Toronto, thank you for reminding me that kindness and courtesy are the two best gifts we can give strangers. Thank you for the Eaton Centre, having all of my favourite places inside of one building was extremely convenient for me and not so convenient for my wallet.

I love downtown traffic. I love that everyone has somewhere to go, and that everyone courteously waits for one another at traffic lights and crosswalks and in parkades. It’s a pretty glaring reminder that patience is a virtue, and that we’re all important… to one another… when it matters most.

Thank you to the kind man who helped me find my car when I was walking the wrong direction down Yonge Street looking for it. Thank you to the kind woman who told me that I had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Complimenting a stranger is a sure fire way of making their whole day. I don’t think we do that enough.

Toronto, you’re noisy, but also somehow completely serene. It’s a complexity that masks the simplicity of my heart, an oxymoron that showcases that things need not always make sense to work just the way it needs too.

Thank you for Lakeshore Drive, for the multi-million dollar homes that I know I’ll never own but love to tour anyway. And thank you for the coffee… the best coffee that I’ve ever had. Thank you for reminding a small-town soul like me that it’s a great big world full of wonder and amazement out there and that, if I really want it, I can reach out and grab it.

Toronto, I love you. I really do.

10 thoughts on “Toronto, I love you.

  1. Yes Vee kindness and courtesy are so divine. And yes I can relate to your love for the west coast and now Toronto 😊❀️
    I was to visit Toronto/Canada in 2018 to see the fall colours. But ended up going to west coast and around the world. God willing this fall β€οΈπŸ™

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    1. I can’t blame you for wanting to go to the West Coast. The West Coast is the best coast, after all. ❀ Hopefully you get to see it this fall, though. I think you'd love it.

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      1. I didn’t stop in East Coast as it would have been too cold for me in December 😝
        God willing yes, end October or early November πŸ™

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    1. I’m so jealous of you!

      I was casually applying for work in Toronto for the past couple of months – not really trying but just putting feelers out to see what happened. I think now, though, I’d really like it if I could live and work there and I’m going to put more effort into the prospect of moving there.

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