After spending three weeks in Montréal in June, I carried on to Toronto for three weeks in July. I arrived on an overnight Megabus totally exhausted from A) the deadly heatwave that began during my last few days in MTL, and B) finishing up reading My Friend Leonard on the bus and CRYING. I was out of it and missing home and not sure how up for Toronto I really was, even though I knew from my last trip that I loved it there.
Well, I looked up from my book as the bus pulled into downtown, and the excitement and love came rushing back to me. I fucking love Toronto. I don’t even know what it is about it. I just fucking love this city so much. And I had a STELLAR month pretending I actually live there, getting to know the place like the back of my hand, treating my damn self, and making new friends. This trip really solidified my goal of moving there in a few years. AHHHHHH.
Worst: Probably the sheer number of times that store/restaurant workers would ask me, “are you okay?” when my sweaty ass would walk in. I was okay. I was just sweaty. It’s summertime in the infamously muggy Ontario. It was 30-40 degrees Celsius every day, alright?? I can’t help it.
Best: Hard to choose because I enjoyed myself SO much there. But I closed my trip off with a trip with some friends to Medieval Times, a dinner theatre show where you can watch LIVE FUCKING JOUSTING, which is exactly the kind of stupid thing I love to do, and which I have been wanting to do for literal years. Our knight won, too.