Archive - Jun 3, 2009

I've become reluctant to write personal details here, but at the same time, the last few days have been so remarkable that posterity demands some sort of description. Otherwise in 20 years I'll have only the sketchiest memories of the first four days living in Toronto (again).

The first thing I am aware of constantly is that even though this is the city I was born in, grew up in, and fled, it's really not the same place at all. I am a pretty different character then when I left, my family has grown (or shrunk depending on the POV) and changed, and my feelings about this city have evolved from the quiet simmering hatred of youth to this new surprising thing: I am falling in love with Toronto. I wake up every morning after a deep and restful slumber, the sun shines through the trees in front of my bedroom window, and I am simply content. I love my home and feel pretty okay about my future prospects. I will let you in a on a little secret. I have never felt like this in my life. Usually I am a worried, irascible, grumpy person when I wake up. Not so anymore.