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I watched live jazz and drank wine at the top floor bar in the Royal Ontario Museum? Wtf? Amazing???[/caption]
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.