I love a big city. I spent the weekend hanging out in Toronto and at one point on Saturday, while waiting on the subway platform, I realized that I was just so energized. I know that I tend to feel this way in most cities — London, Paris, San Francisco. There’s something about the busyness and bustle, mixed in with the noise and the sense that opportunities are everywhere, that gives me a buzz. Everything seems more vibrant in a big city.
In the nine years since I left Toronto I have only been back a handful of times; mostly for work. So when Susannah said that she’d be making a Toronto stop on her book tour, I decided to make a weekend of it.
I stayed in the funkiest neighbourhood I know, in one of the city’s coolest hotels. It was all pretty rockstar.
I wandered with my camera.
I met new friends and reconnected with dear ones.
I shopped. I ate.
I soaked up as much of the city goodness as I could.
As I drove home down the highway, watching the skyscrapers fade from my rearview mirror, I felt both nostalgic and energized. And counting the days until my next big city adventure.