By Tabatha Southey | April 6, 2018 |
It can be difficult to explain a love of Toronto to your friends if they, say, live in London or New York. Trying to sell people on why one sticks with Toronto, you find yourself saying the civic equivalent of “Look, it’s really good in bed.”
Toronto’s certainly not an overwhelmingly beautiful city, but I tell myself that that means people have to look a little harder to find the beauty, and that this engages the city’s residents more deeply. Who wants to go bird-spotting in an aviary, anyway? I’m looking at you, Paris.
Toronto is, for the most part, an accommodating city, I tell people when I pitch it. It made room for me when I moved here at 16, and I meet people from all over who tell me the same thing. They feel that Toronto let them in.