Our trip back to our old stomping grounds in Toronto was all at once exciting, fun, sad, exhausting, and surreal.
The excitement of leaving the city for a great adventure helped us to skim over the sadness of goodbyes last year, but that sadness hit my better half like a Mack truck on this trip. It all came to a head after dinner with her best Toronto friend, when she realized we wouldn’t see her again before we left town. L absolutely lost it, howling with despair and spitting out those fearsome words “Why did we even have to move?!” and “Why didn’t you ask me if we should move?!”
After the tears subsided she rallied somewhat, because she is nothing if not a trooper, but ever since that night she’s been a bit fragile, especially when it comes to her friends here. We just don’t have as many of them as we did in Toronto, I guess.
Plus when she gazes at the city lights she becomes rapturous. She does love the city.