A couple of weeks ago, Mike and I packed up our first little home together in Toronto. It was with mixed feelings that we left the city behind. Over the past two years, Toronto has opened its doors to us, welcoming us into its once foreign and now familiar rooms, nooks, and crannies. To pack our bags was no easy thing.
Toronto is both an uphill climb and a silver platter of opportunity, inspiration, and excitement. A turbulent trajectory keeping us quick on our feet and always on our toes.
I’ll miss the contrasting faces and personalities of each neighbourhood; Kensington’s bazar slouch, the Beaches’ cheeriness and the Distillery District’s grandfatherly warmth. I’ll miss the hurried and high-powered Financial District, its sleekness and quick stride, Trinity Bellwood’s heady laughter and Ossington’s uncompromising style. I’ll miss sprightly King West and watching Leslieville come out of her shell.
I’ll miss our Sunday strolls through Baldwin Village, sesame-ginger-chocolate gelato in hand, and jogging at dusk past Harbourfront and down the Waterfront Trail. I’ll miss our late-summer afternoons wandering around the Island or High Park, in no rush and with no plans.
But while I’ll miss these things, it’s with contentment that I bid farewell for now to Toronto. It’s with contentment that I return to Ottawa, bringing with me everything that Toronto has given me.
Up next, Toronto must-do’s, must see’s and, of course, must-eats!