i received an email from a friend yesterday morning - as soon as i woke up. and though he concluded his email with a disclaimer stating '
these are my thoughts. given i have only lived in southern ontario, i don't know that they have any real value'.
i was totally haunted by every piece of what he said.
"i've found that a lot of people that leave toronto miss it. it's hard to explain because it isn't a beautiful city and it has its warts and it takes itself too seriously but i think the people genuinely want to get along with each other and from that part of it there are lots of friends to be made. toronto isn't good at relaxing but i think it wants to be inclusive which makes it a good place to live"
i'd love to say i wrote this. i'd love to say that i'd so fully grasped the english language that i could find some effectivity in banal language - enough so that i could perfectly describe the city that i swear i so intimately know, and so lovingly/fondly keep in my thoughts daily.
not to say i wish to know the lopsided and monotonous side of banality - but instead the side my friend uses so well. the side that holds a thing so delicately that complicated words aren't necessary. instead, the necessity lies only in capturing exactly what it is.
that's all to say.... toronto is just that. and man... i miss it.
