So we're settled into our new place in Toronto, in a nice neighbourhood called the Annex. It's really close to downtown, and as I discovered today, about 10-minute walk from Yorkville. If you're familiar with Toronto, you know where that is. If you're not, Yorkville is a really posh part of town with cutesy expensive-for-no-reason shops and cafes, bars, very visually appealing super narrow walkways, and a snobby suburban feel that I get such a kick out of, as you walk another 5 minutes and boom! You're on Bloor street, near Bay and Yonge, which is skyscraper central.
Toronto is such a diverse mix of non-stop forever moving busy-for-the-sake-of-busy utter lunacy. I can definitely understand why someone wouldn't want to live here; big cities are not for everyone. I dared to hesitate for maybe half a second at a major transfer subway station one day and nearly got trampled. But I adapt quickly to picking up a city's vibe because I love. Big. Cities. I live for this stuff. I've always wanted to live in a big city ever since I was a small child, and growing up in Montreal, I always felt fortunate to at least live in a proper city (and a really awesome one at that!), even though it wasn't a very big one. I've always wanted to live in one of those skyscraper-laden labyrinthine concrete mini-universes that have buildings that disappear into the horizon, perhaps serving as our generation's precursor to a Blade Runner LA type deal, or even Coruscant. I can't foresee myself living in Shanghai (yet), and Tokyo's off the table for the time being, but for now, places like New York and Toronto will most certainly do.
I can't wait to explore more of it and see what this city has to offer. So far it's been beyond great. I feel like I belong here, and today I said as much to Mike. It's so weird. I've never felt that way before. As much as I love Montreal, I am so glad to leave it as Mike and I both have such wanderlust and just can't stay put. I feel finally moving at 34 is so late in life to be doing so, although for what it's worth we would have moved two years ago if it weren't for my cancer. But still, a lot of people get up and move when they're in their late teens or early 20s and here we are, mid-30s and finally changing up cities for the first time? Ha! Well, certainly better late than never, and that's an understatement. This feeling is incredible. It's like I've been wearing the same jacket or sweater for forever because I love it so much and I'm so comfortable in it and it's grown to fit me just right after all this time, stretching out to my shape. But it's starting to fray at the ends and the colours are fading and suddenly I buy a new jacket and of course it'll never replace my old original jacket, not my jacket I grew up with, with all its sentimental value, but wow, does it ever feel amazing to have a brand new jacket to wear that isn't all tattered, that I haven't worn 8 billion times. I didn't realize how tired I was of wearing the old one til I tried on something brand new, new and fresh which I can style in so many different ways I never even imagined. It's so new and shiny and sparkly, I feel so rejuvenated in a new outfit. I realize it's finally time to move on and try something new, something different.
...I don't know, maybe this is a terrible comparison. But it's what popped into my head first. I'll have to think of something better to help describe how I feel about changing cities and starting a new life here. But suffice is to say, so far I love it so much. I have so much exploring to do. I didn't do too much of that yet as pretty much as soon as we got here, we started working a little gig at FanExpo, which I mentioned in my last post. Now THAT was quite the experience! A post about that shall be next. :)
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