As always, my trip to Toronto was a wonderful and interesting one. I stayed with my partner in crime, Emily (or who I like to call Emmers the Great because she is). Whenever the two of us are together, we have so much fun and manage to cause some trouble. This visit was no exception.
Now that we are both no longer living in the T-dot, we have a greater appreciation for the city and how much we love it. As soon as we got off the subway and walked on to the street, we both looked at each other and said, "Ahhh, Toronto! We are home!" We hit some of our favorite stores and bars in our old stomping ground.
It felt so good to be back in the city I love. I guess the only way to explain the role Toronto has in my life is to compare to New York City in "Sex and the City." It has almost taken on a persona of its own. Whenever I go back and visit, I feel like I am seeing an old friend. Even when there are new stores and buildings, I still know my way and feel comfortable...like I never left. At the same time, there are things about the city that piss me off, like the flaws of a person. It gets cold and icy in the winter. The Maple Leafs haven't made it to the playoffs since before the strike. When it gets humid, there are smog warnings. But, as with someone you love, you look past the flaws to embrace to finer qualities. Great shopping, great bars, and great people.
Whenever I think of Toronto, I am overcome with memories of university and the people who helped make my four years as meaning as they were. I remember the stress and pressure I felt from my calc and com sci classes first year, and I remember the feeling of accomplishment when I turned in my thesis on the American response to the humanitarian crisis in Darfur, which was my last mark for U of T. I remember the fear of writing my first exam and the joy of writing my last. Whenever I walk through Queen's Park, I remember those morning runs I got up really early for so I could see Matthew McConaughey practice chi-chee...and all the drunken stumbles home back to residence!
I also have the most incredible group of friends who have shared these moments and many more with me. They have been there to support me through the most difficult time in my life. They have seen me at rock bottom and at the top of the world.
Each time I go back to Toronto, it reminds me of how much I love the city and how lucky I am to have my friends.
Now that we are both no longer living in the T-dot, we have a greater appreciation for the city and how much we love it. As soon as we got off the subway and walked on to the street, we both looked at each other and said, "Ahhh, Toronto! We are home!" We hit some of our favorite stores and bars in our old stomping ground.
It felt so good to be back in the city I love. I guess the only way to explain the role Toronto has in my life is to compare to New York City in "Sex and the City." It has almost taken on a persona of its own. Whenever I go back and visit, I feel like I am seeing an old friend. Even when there are new stores and buildings, I still know my way and feel comfortable...like I never left. At the same time, there are things about the city that piss me off, like the flaws of a person. It gets cold and icy in the winter. The Maple Leafs haven't made it to the playoffs since before the strike. When it gets humid, there are smog warnings. But, as with someone you love, you look past the flaws to embrace to finer qualities. Great shopping, great bars, and great people.
Whenever I think of Toronto, I am overcome with memories of university and the people who helped make my four years as meaning as they were. I remember the stress and pressure I felt from my calc and com sci classes first year, and I remember the feeling of accomplishment when I turned in my thesis on the American response to the humanitarian crisis in Darfur, which was my last mark for U of T. I remember the fear of writing my first exam and the joy of writing my last. Whenever I walk through Queen's Park, I remember those morning runs I got up really early for so I could see Matthew McConaughey practice chi-chee...and all the drunken stumbles home back to residence!
I also have the most incredible group of friends who have shared these moments and many more with me. They have been there to support me through the most difficult time in my life. They have seen me at rock bottom and at the top of the world.
Each time I go back to Toronto, it reminds me of how much I love the city and how lucky I am to have my friends.
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