Friday, February 10, 2006
I’m sitting here tonight pondering my life and the last 8 months I’ve had. I have officially been in Toronto now for 8 months. Wow…time has flown by! Sometimes it’s almost surreal to think that I did it. I decided I wanted to, put my mind to it and now I’m here. It took awhile from the initial want to the actual move but it just goes to show that if you want something, regardless of the obstacles, you can do it! I know that 8 months isn’t as ‘big’ a milestone as a year but I’ve been thinking about it lately – so here it is!
The last 8 months have been busy. I have moved twice, and I’m thinking of moving again. My first landlady was literally crazy, calling the police twice reporting that I was first - being attacked and second - dead. Wow. That was the Wednesday night and Thursday morning before the Canada Day long weekend. The following Wednesday I had found a new place and moved. At that point I had only been in TO for about 3 weeks. WELCOME TO TORONTO! one of the officers said to me while smiling.
I have made new friends and had a lot of good times. From weekends away to Collingwood, Rochester and Niagara Falls, tennis tournaments, watching Goonies on an outdoor movie screen in High Park (NEVER SAY DIE!), many concerts, and the Goth Ball. My friends here are fabulous – there is nothing I can complain about when it comes to them. They have been there for me when I needed a distraction from missing home and there are already so many memories!
My family and friends at home have also been rocks for me. I’ve made many calls home wondering if I made the right decision, scared of being so alone and just needing to fill my time. I have leaned hard, a little too hard at times perhaps, but they have been there for me and for that I will be eternally grateful. I love you all!
So I moved to Toronto for an internship which later formed into a permanent full time position, fell in love, am now trying to stand up from that fall, have had friends from home visit, made hundreds of memories already - from puzzles and fizz to walking into poles and falling at St. Andrew station during the morning rush, and made the biggest change I think I’ve ever made - definitely bigger than when I moved away for school. There are a couple things I would change but for the most part I’m happy with all my decisions. It’s been scary. It’s been lonely. But I’m a stronger and more independent person for it. I know I can do it now, and I could do it again if a new opportunity arose.