Immediately after arriving home from Cabo, I did a quick shuffle with my luggage to switch out all my sunny beach clothes for jackets and pants, and got on a plane for Toronto.
This will be an insufficient love-letter, but I have never fallen for a place so much. When I first got on Tumblr, I started following some cute, funny guys, and, on further inspection, realized that they somehow almost all lived in Toronto. Shortly thereafter, Instagram came around and one of the first people I followed with Jason, whose blog I had at that point been reading for almost three years. Fast forward 5 years, and between the guys I ‘met’ on Tumblr, and the friends I made through Instagram, Toronto is a place I could easily call home.
When the Knife announced they were touring with Shaking the Habitual, I decided to see them in Toronto, so I could go with friends (as opposed to seeing them closer, in Oakland or Denver, where I know no one). Immediately,@danieljosef messaged me and told me I was more than welcome to crash at his and Mark’s place and while I was nervous at first (I only knew Daniel through Instagram) I was SO glad I did in the end. Beyond being a perfect host, Daniel is a great person who is kind, and stylish, and beyond thoughtful, and who knows all the best places, and all the best people. I had an incredible time. Meanwhile, the same can be said for Jason, who only lives six or seven houses down. So while Daniel was at work, Jason and I palled around the city.
This is corny, but I am so grateful for this crazy internet and the ability to forge these little communities regardless of distance, time or other social fetters. I am so glad that Apartment Therapy did their little feature on Jason’s apartment, that I started reading his blog, that I was cocky enough to make what I thought was a funny comment and that Jason was foolish enough to respond. A bizarre friendship on paper, but it’s something I cherish.
So yeah, Toronto was chilly, but I felt more like a home than any place I’ve ever travelled. Coming home was very difficult and left me in a funk for a few days. I love Utah, but I’ve never felt more like myself than I felt in Toronto. It’s a place I plan to get back to often.