This was perhaps a bit overdue for me. A trip home. I've been in Van just shy of half the year. Feb-June. I miss a lot of things. My wife. My family. My friends. My city. My home. My community. Toronto as a whole. The food scene. Transit (believe it or not). Our concrete jungle. Kindness. Late nights. The smell of my house. My broken couch. Hugs. My clothes.
I caught an 8am flight. Home by 330 pm. I didn't kiss the ground or anything, but I'm sure I smiled ear to ear. Caught a bus. Oh, the TTC, I'm sorry (right now, but I'll take it back one day) for anything bad I've ever said about you (even though it was ALL true). My kingdom for a transit system that works!
First thing I notice. This is Toronto. Look around. Oh, the diversity! I fit in again. And the languages. Surround sound of people just talking, with no clue what each other are saying. I want to always be surrounded by everyone from everywhere all of whom feel at home because they're home (on that note, F@$K bill C-24).
The size of the city was immediate. Before I even made it home, I'd had several conversations. Real ones. One actually about this second class citizen act, with a total stranger. Not exchange of pleasantries. We spoke about things. Like high reps on a low weight. I could feel the muscle drinking up the exertion.
Home sweet home.
A perfect first night in every way. We went for a great dinner at Boralia (pics below) and of course made friendly and got to talking with the owners. Had a glass of Pearl Morissette Chardonnay - how I've missed good Ontario Chards - at Union. Took in the NBA finals at Dock Ellis. Saw friends, both planned (Mike, Hamish), and unplanned (Clare, Jane, Hanna).
Its a short trip. I plan to soak it up. Refuel.