All right. I’m going to say it out loud. I’ve felt it for a while, now. But I haven’t talked about it. Don’t know why, really. Maybe I just wanted to have it all figured out first. I don’t care about that any more. Okay, here it is.
I’m bored with Toronto.
As cities go, Toronto has been very good to me. I have been successful here. I’ve met great people here. I’ve had a very good life here. My closest friend lives here, the one I’ve known since we were in our early twenties.
But the city bores me.
It didn’t always. But it does now.
That’s why I keep saying I want an adventure. That’s probably why, even though I don’t love my apartment, I haven’t
Forgive me. There seems to be a recurring theme here. Hope you’re okay with it. Just seems to be a lot to say on the subject. When I first talked about cutting back on spending last Friday, I had no idea I’d still be talking about a variation of the same topic four days later. But here I am.
Yesterday the idea evolved from buying less, to living with less. In less space. With fewer possessions. Even traveling lighter. But it’s Morristown Memos, a fellow blogger, who’s the inspiration behind today’s post. The comment she left, in response to a statement I’d made, was very honest. I said I was ready to get rid of all but a few ‘possessions’ and go off somewhere and live a simple life.
I’m paraphrasing here, but she essentially said figuring out where to go is a challenge, because giving up some creature comforts she is used to, isn’t really an option. Continue reading →