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.
I'm Debra and this is where I come to share my creative pursuits and to dump some of the many thoughts swirling around in my brain. I'm a lover of words and pictures and I aspire to create beauty and inspiration with both.
I love this post! Not only for the gorgeous photos but also for the very gentle, easy way you have of writing about the images you chose. Fantastic!
Thank you! It was so lovely to meet you and I’m enjoying your blog as well. xo