But little by little, events through the interactions of some of your residents, til I couldn't deny it any longer, til I stopped making up excuses for you, convinced me that you will never have a place in my heart.
I left Montréal because I felt like my brain was going to die before my body. It probably would have; everything felt like a dead-end: my relationship, my work. I wanted to learn from lots of talented people, and I didn't want to depend on someone else to be happy. I wanted to be happy before we could be happy.
Now I have it all, but why am I not happy still? Beause Toronto, you're beautiful, but you're also filled with a lot of ugly people. A lot of unhappy people. A lot of tired and stressed people. And people whose eyes have had their luster taken from people whose eyes have had their luster taken from people whose eyes have had their luster taken. I don't blame them; it's marginally harder to stay happy in this city without buying stupid expensive things. Maybe it's harder to stay happy without lashing out at someone once in a while, who knows. But now I realize I only the time and heart for people who have the time and heart for kindness, smiles, positivity, coffee with 10% cream, honesty.
I don't regret coming here; I needed this. But maybe third time's the charm? It worked for Goldilocks.
