We ventured to the big city this week--just the kids and
I--to meet friends visiting from Los Angeles. I'll admit that it was a
risky move. It could have gone horribly awry. But it didn't. It was
delightfully enjoyable. And after the kids were tucked snug in their
beds on the night we returned home back to London, I was researching
Toronto rental properties on kijiji. That's right, I've got it bad--the
big city blues.
It's no secret to frequent readers,
friends and family, that I love the big city. It pained me to leave Los
Angeles after more than a decade's habitation and my adjustment to
London has taken more than half-hearted efforts. I finally like living here because of the friends and connections that we have made, but I do not like
the city and I don't think that I ever will. So, I shall pledge to make
the two hour and change trek to Toronto often so that I can get my
urban fix--good food, inspired views, creative pulse, surprisingly
incredibly kid-friendly locals and a much-anticipated stop at IKEA on
the way home.
In the meantime, I'll hold on tightly to the memories made on this most recent voyage urban-ward until, alas, we trek again.
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| streetcar bum |
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| Snack break at the Royal Ontario Museum. |
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| A very sleepy Fern posing with prehistoric fish bones. |
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