Recently I’ve begun to think of, and refer to, Toronto as “home”. I’m still prone to calling the farm in Nova Scotia “home” sometimes, though I haven’t lived there since 1993. I’ve been in Toronto almost 8 years now, and while the plan was to move back east once we were able, that’s no longer the case. First of all, we’ve bought a condo (which hasn’t even been built); second, we both have good jobs here that we enjoy (some days more than others, of course); third, my MBA keeps me here (another 3 years to complete it, minimum 2 years of commitment to my company after that). Those felt like reasons why we had to stay, but I know now that I want to stay. Most of my friends are here. The best movies, concerts & restaurants are here. The TIFF and Hot Docs are here. The pollution sucks, but…whattaya gonna do?

I still love visiting Halifax and the farm, but this is home now.