living in Toronto

Sara fishing off the dock early yesterday morning,
while the mist was still on the lake.


Got back from the cottage this morning.

It's always a bit of a shock getting back to the city; the traffic and commotion, the crowds, all the metal and cement. And now's my cue for going on about how much I hate the city, how I wish Jeff and I could live in the wilderness in a little cabin, growing our own herbs and living off the land blablabla. I guess I do feel like that sometimes.

But I love the city of Toronto, in a way different from the way I love the cottage. I love the bookstores, the coffee shops, the hot dog vendors, the guy playing the guitar on our street corner with a paper bag over his head, the fact that I can buy weird-looking vegetables in Chinatown from someone who doesn't know how to speak English.

I love seeing the crowds of tourists in our area during the summer as they gawk at the CN tower and go on sightseeing buses. Some days I feel like going out and being one of them, seeing my city with a newcomer's eyes. Some days I try.

Yes, I know Toronto has problems. But I do so love this city.

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