I've been living in Toronto ever since I got out of college. Going to school in London, Ontario in the 90's was great. It was a fun time for music in those parts. I figured that moving to Toronto would continue the momentum that I'd gathered in London, but on a larger scale. It wasn't that way at all when we arrived. It was frustrating on many levels, but mostly in that I didn't feel like I or we were part of anything here. I just felt ignored, and making ends meet was really hard.
Over the years, I came to love this city. Especially when I got to the point that I really didn't care whether anyone noticed the music I was making and just relaxed into making it for nothing more than enjoyment of the process. This was where I started to love how much variety and texture there was all around me. Food, culture, art, kids, dogs, bikes, parks, sex and sexuality, action, solitude, computer and electronics surplus stores, architecture, shoes, fucking awesome coffee, hair, varieties of amazing BEER, fast cars and slow walks. Toronto has so much of everything. And music? Shit. It's everywhere, everyone is making it and a lot of it is GREAT. Only in the last 4 or 5 years have I really begun to feel like I am a part of it. Like we're all in it together, and there is a lot of encouragement, inspiration and mutual admiration. My feelings of isolation were entirely created by me.
Unfortunately, Toronto also has many, many hassles and outright bullshit scenarios. Big city crap, like if you wanna live in the heart of the core you have to accept that the people who come into your neighborhood daily to work and/or party have no respect for you or your home at all. And the traffic/parking. And the fucking garbage trucks who kill people. And the douchbag, loafer-wearing, stylie-dudes (not the hipsters, the assholes with real jobs and expensive watches who smoke too many cigarettes and talk too loud on their phones in the middle of the goddamn sidewalk). All of this was tolerable to me until Barrett started to turn into a little kid. Now it just seems a bit sad and makes me annoyed with myself for not leaving earlier. With the second baby on his way, I can't get out of here soon enough. I love my neighbours, but the tourists and the staff make me wanna get really mad and shake my fists and say mean things, and I don't like feeling like this so it's time to go.
We looked at some houses in Peterborough today. It's pretty shocking to me that I can actually afford to own a home someplace. As a city, I'm not impressed with Peterborough on any level, but I realize it'll take time to really figure out if I can be there long term. It makes sense for a number of reasons. Mostly that we know some good people there and it's not too far from our families or the city that we currently call home. It is a very nice little... town? I guess it's a city... I dunno, it just looks so fucking rinky-dink to me, but I'm comparing it to here and I know there is no comparison. Apples and oranges, barns and skyscrapers.
* Does it seem like the downtrodden are much more integrated into small town society? Does it sound elitist of me to say that?
Yep, it does. See what Toronto has done to me?
* NOTE - 4/18/12: This is a horrible thing to say, and I regret typing it. I won't erase it because I want these entries to remain unedited.
What I was trying to communicate is that in a smaller city, there are often pockets of residents who, if they were living in Toronto, I would identify as homeless. I'm not comfortable that I've been in this environment long enough that my perception of the world includes this assumption.
More than anything else, this is perhaps the best reason to leave. So that I can try to see strangers as people again, and not classify them into categories to be kept at arm's length so that I don't have to deal with them.
I'm trying to learn as much about myself as I can lately. Being honest about the root of my opinions is turning out to be a bit scary, but is necessary.