This week, I am overwhelmed with love for Toronto. Even though I’ve lived here for three years, I’m always quick to think of this city as cold and rushed and unfriendly. But this week I was proven wrong, many times over.
On Tuesday night, I spent over an hour wandering across Nathan Phillips Square reading the hundreds of chalk messages written to Jack Layton. I found a corner of cement and sat down to add my own message in pink chalk. On Wednesday morning it rained, and the messages were washed away…but by the time I returned on Friday evening there were hundreds more messages than there had been when I first visited. I had never thought of this city as capable of such an open outpouring of love, and for the first time I was so proud to live here.
I saw a different Toronto this week—a city of unity and compassion—and I want to know what Torontonians would say if we set up a megaphone in Nathan Phillips Square or Yonge-Dundas Square, like this one in New York City, with a sign that read Say Something Nice.
I mean, really – doesn’t this video make you want an orangutan who will become instant best friends with all of the neighbourhood pets?
To exploring. To spinning a globe and going wherever the tip of your finger lands. To newness: new places, new cultures, new faces. To planes, trains and automobiles. To facing your fears. To new friends. To spending hours staring at gorgeous photos of foreign lands. To leaving your camera at home – on purpose. To learning a new language. To rainy seasons…and to rain dances. To wandering, even when you’re not lost.