I hate the city. I hate everything about it. I hate that I have to take the subway, at a round trip cost of six dollars, to get to the nearest green-space. I hate that even though this is the largest city in Canada the only fun to be had costs money. I hate that I have yet to get past the interview stage even though I have a vast amount of experience. I hate the traffic, the crowding, the noise, the lack of wildlife and I hate the concrete. Everywhere you look there’s concrete.
But most of all I hate that I’m alone. I mean it when I say I literally have no friends in this city. I always looked forward to coming to the “big city” and getting away from my boring farming town. I looked forward to the solitude I’d be gaining with which I could spend as much time as I wanted reading and writing. I looked forward to getting away from the pesky unannounced visits from friends. Instead I find myself on Facebook, looking through photo albums of my friends and I, completely and devastatingly missing them (and their stupid unannounced visits).
The choice of packing up and going home may seem to be easy but it isn’t that clear cut. I live with a girlfriend. I can’t simply leave her here to pay for the rent, unassisted and alone. And as aggravating as it is to never get past the interview stage here in Toronto I’d be lucky to even get an interview back in my hometown, not to mention the lack of mass transportation requires a car, something I do not own or have the ability of owning.
And so I’m stuck in the city perpetually alone, longing for what I had and learning the lesson that you must be careful what you wish for the hard way.
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