Sometimes we have to get lost to find ourselves.
Everywhere I turn I see one kid or another saying their dream is to move as far away as possible from their own cities and towns and into places like LA, or New York, or London or wherever in hopes of turning their dreams into a reality. And it just kind of made me pause and think.
I love Toronto with all my heart. I really, really do. I could write a book about how much this place means to me. And it just kinda makes me sad to see all these kids hating their own homes, the places they were born and raised, and wanting to move as far away as possible. Granted, my dreams are bigger than these four walls, but I was born here and I honestly can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. I’d be lying if I said I could call anywhere else home. This is my home, and as frustrating as it gets at times (damn it, Sonny) I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
And I realize that makes me weird. And I’m really okay with that.
