Today makes for a week since my arrival in T-Dot. And, like John Graves Simcoe before me, I have begun to discover Toronto.
A friend asked me whether I was going to blog about my move, and while I thought it was a good idea, I just didn’t know what else I would say besides the fact that I up’d and left my hometown. Then, it hit me– as a Hab transplant in Leafs-town, I have loads to say!
For starters, I compare everything in Toronto to Montreal (with Montreal coming out on top again and again). Those who know me, might say “You’re from Laval!” None the less, I was born in a Montreal hospital, therefore binding me to the city for eternity. In any case, I spent most of my formative years in and around Montreal whilst attending college and university in the city.
Quebec is not dubbed “La Belle Province” for nothing. It’s a beautiful place to grow up and will forever be my home. Travelling abroad and citing I’m from Montreal sends all who I encounter into a gushing frenzy with nothing but nice things to say. Case in point. Montreal has charm. Toronto is growing on me, but the city is so expansive; all intimacy is lost.
Getting to know a new city, one relies heavily on public transport. As I am used to Montreal’s award winning subway system [Best Transportation Company in North America in 2010] I have certain qualms regarding T.O.’s underground situation. For starters, they should adopt a plan similar to the Société de Transport de Montréal’s (STM) Opus card—a rechargeable card one uploads with money for individual tickets or weekly or monthly passes to ride the metro. The continuous usage of non-recyclable plastic by Torontonians for transport is inefficient and impractical.
F.Y.I.: The STM is now facing a short list of finalists in the race for Best Metro in the Americas.
Moving on, Montreal is renown for its palatable pleasures (clearly, a hands down win against Toronto). I checked out Caplansky’s, which doesn’t come close to Schwartz’s, but their smoked meat isn’t half bad.
The Royal Ontario Museum [ROM] leads to hours of enjoyment. Especially, the Water Exhibit which explores earth’s not-so plentiful resource brought to T.O. in part by the American Museum of Natural History and runs until Labour Day.
Conveniently, my relocation came at the same time as the Hot Docs film festival. Montreal is a city of festivals, but Hot Docs is the only festival like it in North America. The quick flash of my Concordia student I.D. (which thankfully does not expire for a few more years even though I’ve recently graduated) allows for free admittance to any screening before 6 p.m. If your school days are far behind you, fourteen dollars is a more than reasonable price to pay for top-notch quality documentaries.
Also, there are various districts like Distillery, or the Annex, etc. that are reminiscent of that Montreal je ne sais quoi.
I would like to leave you with a few pointers for parting from the parents.
The Kim’s Corner Survival Guide
-Find a partner who can cook.
That’s it. Just kidding! S/he must also have a job. I’m only joking, you need not lean on anyone when moving out on your own– it totally defies the independence you are most certainly seeking after flying the coop.
Lucky for me, my boyfriend (or opposite-sex common-law partner as my recently submitted Census form states) enjoys cooking, which works out great, because I enjoy eating. I am more than capable of preparing a delectable dinner, but if he receives such joy from cooking, who am I to deny him of that?
So far, my favourite thing about Toronto is living in sin with my fellow Montrealer [boyfriend].