Living in Toronto is like a dependent relationship. Seductive and addictive, once I start, it’s difficult to stop. I came here for opportunities in in career, creativity, and friendship, and got these in spades. They come at the cost of Toronto sucking my life blood with capitalism trying its darndest to get the monopoly on social connection, the general social emotional closedness, and high cost of living, not to mention the gut wrenching process people go through when looking for a halfway decent place to live.
Tag: dreams
6002: Laundry
Thank goodness I have dreams that I want to fulfill, or I’d never get any mundane things like laundry done while I procrastinate.