runningawayfromyourproblems

Almost Home Time

Been in T dot since Friday, and I leave tomorrow afternoon. It’s been a year since my initial visit, and wow has it not changed. Not that I really expected it to. I don’t even think cities can really change much. They’re already so developed. Regardless, not the point.

The point is that I miss my coast. West Coast - Best Coast for sure. Sorry, citiesandcitizens. Cons of T.: EVERYONE smokes here. Maybe because I’ve been staying in Old Toronto in the Financial District, so everyone is stressed with their stressful jobs, but it seems like everyone smokes. Every, not even an understatement, building has a person smoking in front of it. You can’t walk anywhere on the street without at least three people smoking in front of you. It’s disgusting. Actually deplorable. Signs are posted everywhere stating that it’s a non-smoking area. Few pay attention. This happens in Van too. I never really considered the West Coast to be super health conscious, but I think that it is. Probably because of our accessibility to nature, I mean we can swim and ski in the same day, but we are a generally active bunch on the Pacific. Toronto seems very career-focused. Obviously generalizations.

Birkenstocks are the East Coast’s answer to Toms, though the latter is slowly trickling in. I’ve never seen so few people wearing Lululemon. Hipsters exist here too, but not to the same extent as Vancouver. Everyone seems generally put together. It’s impressive. 

Their suburbs are ridiculously cookie-cutter, more so than Vancouver. The land is relatively flat….well, very flat so landscape doesn’t seem to hinder development like it does in the Lower Mainland. Flying over Toronto and its neighbouring areas, I was startled to see how uniform the suburbs were. I still can’t get over it. I don’t feel like I’m expressing how exactly the same the neighbourhoods looked. The same! More pools, though. 

What I miss the most about Vancouver, other than the landscape, is the food. Hands down, the food. I feel like the food here isn’t as good. I’ve referenced urbanspoon, google searched “best food in Toronto”, and even asked a couple people who I know that live here/ visit often. The best meal I’ve had so far was at 93 Harbgood on Spadina and Harbgood. Veeerrrryyy good eats. It’s a bit fancier than we were anticipating our first dinner to be, but it was fantastic. 

We stayed at the dorms of U of T the first two nights (only 60$ per night). So central, right on Spadina and University. We had a bitch of a time lugging our bags through U of T. We got off at Queen’s Park when we should’ve got off at the Spadina subway. Lesson learned. The humidity nearly killed us. 

Aside from all that, I’ve finally decided that what I enjoy about cities is that they serve solely as distractions. I couldn’t live here. I could live in downtown Vancouver more than T., but not by much. You basically spend money as means to entertain yourself, whether it’s shopping, eating, or entertainment. Sure, I could sit in Queen’s Park and read a book. That’s free. I’ve sat in a Second Cup for two days writing. But what I’ve really done is shopped, ate out often, walked around, spent more money. I’ve momentarily forgotten the drama back home, that I still haven’t really solved my lack of motivation to write (I’m hoping this blog will also help), that I still have so much to do to get to be where I want to be. So I fucked off to Toronto with a friend of mine, who’s here for a workshop and has everything practically paid for, in the hopes that this week will have been a breather. Didn’t really work. Just proves that what ever it is you don’t want to deal with will be waiting for you when you get back.