This post is for all those constantly asking me what it’s like here/ my parents bugging me for the deets. I’m not into sending you all separate emails/I know you’re not patient enough for me to write letters SO here is a little summary of the place I now call home:
First up, I’m in downtown Toronto. Around 25-20 min walk from the centre of town. Of course, at first I was super (and understandably) bummed about being so far from the centre of town (and Ryerson itself), but this place is AMAZING. Toronto is such a beautiful town. It’s very arsty and alternative – a far cry from the hustle of New York or LA. There’s an abundance of parks (I live opposite one and there’s another few just around the corner), which takes you away from the busy city and into another world entirely – today I chilled at one watching a soccer game on one side, and a hockey game on the other. Bliss! The only thing missing is a beach, but this place is so me that I’m not complaining.
I live literally a 2 minute walk from Kensington Markets, which is filled to the brim with tourists on weekends, along with buskers, hippies, pot-heads, artists, foodies and all other sorts. It’s so fun! Everyone’s willing to get to know you, and of course as soon as they hear the accent a million questions get fired my way – ‘are you from England?’ ‘Oh! Australia? Like, Sydney?’ ‘What school? Ryerson eh? Ohhhhh me to!’
This is probably not something you’ll want to know, my dear mother and father, but the smell of marijuana is legit always present. You can smell it in the park opposite my apartment building, in the markets and there are two restaurants just around the corner which encourage you to bring your own weed and smoke it there. Definitely not in Adelaide anymore!
I also live on the edge of Chinatown, so can just go down the road for a health and wellbeing massage, some deep fried crickets or a $4 haircut.
Starbucks is, of course, like a virus and Tim Horton’s (budget version of Starbucks) is at every corner. The amount of homeless people is still distressing, but, for the most part, they’ll just ask ‘spare change?’ and then leave you alone. There are a LOT of crazies too. But they’re pretty harmless.
The age demographic is very young. But it’s not unusual to see 55 year olds sail past you on scooters on the sidewalk. I guess you’re only as old as you feel.
A lot of people dress differently here (not weird, different), and I suppose that’s because I live in the fashion district.
Cars actually give way to pedestrians, and I was pleased to find that Canada use 1 and 2 dollar coins – welcome to the 21st century, AMERICA.
This place is vibrant, fun, young and different. Honestly, I think I just fell in love.