An ideal city.
At this exact moment my ideal city would be Toronto - but please - substitue Richmond Hill for Windsor and North York for Waterloo. My friends, my family, my dog and all those places I miss would be a subway ride away. Phils, the Loop, the waterfront, my bed and St. Jerome's library would all be close AND I could stay on Queen W. Also, it would be really great if the super city could be plunked in the middle of England.
Anyway, if living on Queen's Quay was the epitome of boredom, living on Queen. W. is the epitome of happiness. It is exactly what that place wasn't. Living in a waterfront condo is nice in theory - it's clean and it's safe - but the people in the building and riding the streetcar in the morning looked as though they'd prefer to be pushed in front of a Subway instead of spending another day at their boring jobs... and it really got me down. Now when I walk to work in the morning people are listening to music... they smile at eachother, they talk to eachother... people not only acknowledge the homeless people, they converse with them.
I am out of here in about 2.5 weeks. Weeks ago I was counting the days until I COULD leave. Now I count the days until I am FORCED to leave and return to school. I don't want to. I want to stay with my roomates and have random movie nights and try on wigs and go to Sneaky Dees and on Shoppers runs and watch Grey's Anatomy and go to concerts and attempt to make our dishes go away and listen to stories about swinging on the rope in our hall and avoid the dripping ceiling...
Anyway, if living on Queen's Quay was the epitome of boredom, living on Queen. W. is the epitome of happiness. It is exactly what that place wasn't. Living in a waterfront condo is nice in theory - it's clean and it's safe - but the people in the building and riding the streetcar in the morning looked as though they'd prefer to be pushed in front of a Subway instead of spending another day at their boring jobs... and it really got me down. Now when I walk to work in the morning people are listening to music... they smile at eachother, they talk to eachother... people not only acknowledge the homeless people, they converse with them.
I am out of here in about 2.5 weeks. Weeks ago I was counting the days until I COULD leave. Now I count the days until I am FORCED to leave and return to school. I don't want to. I want to stay with my roomates and have random movie nights and try on wigs and go to Sneaky Dees and on Shoppers runs and watch Grey's Anatomy and go to concerts and attempt to make our dishes go away and listen to stories about swinging on the rope in our hall and avoid the dripping ceiling...