I am someone who has always thrived in chaos. What looked like a mess to everyone else has always 
been my comfort zone. ‘Order’, on the other hand, has traditionally given me a rash. Until very recently.
Precipitated by a desire to move, the constant sighs of my cleaning lady, and more clutter than even I could bear I finally attacked every square inch of my apartment. Went through absolutely everything, discarding the unwanted Continue reading
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.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
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
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