leaving
Last week, I officially moved out of my apartment in Toronto. For two years, my shoebox of a room became my home as I gradually fell in love with the city. My immense adoration for life in downtown Toronto is what makes leaving so hard – was it Winnie the Pooh that said, “how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”? I’ll miss the feeling of familiarity of streets and storefronts as I walk from one end of the city to the other. I have known this move was coming for the past ~7 months and yet, I still felt ill-equipped for it. The end all came so fast – it always does, doesn’t it? It felt like one day, many months ago, I was starting to make a list of all the things I wanted to see and do in the city before leaving.…
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