Latex condom, I’d sure like to live in one of those
I’m sure somewhere in the blogosphere I wrote about hating the city of Toronto and wanting to avoid it as much as possible if not altogether.
In late January, I moved to the city of Toronto.
Yes, I’m a hypocrite.
Gone is that faint train whistle in the distance and the wild turkey sightings. Now I’ve got that fire department station down the street and a regular bus stop at my door step.
Sometimes you have to make decisions in life that aren’t always what you think you’ll make but deep down, you know it’s best for you. Even if it’s weird, and kinda smelly.
The past three Saturdays, I’ve been taking a class downtown. A class that I can get to by walking eleven minutes from my front door and hopping on the subway. I could take the bus from my door step to cut that eleven minutes to three minutes, but what’s eight minutes.
Saturday one, half the subway line was down all weekend for maintenance. Second Saturday, no disruptions but I smooth-talked my way past a ticket taker without paying a fare. I went back and paid my fare because I still feel kinda bad about that time I rode the subway for free because I couldn’t find a ticket taker but could find the subway train itself. Third Saturday, the subway station I walked to was down for technical issues and had to take a shuttle bus to the next stop on the line. On the way back home, I took the bus to save me that eight minutes. Bus driver ignored my stop request and drove right through to the next stop. The time I spent waiting for the bus then walking backwards after getting off the bus took about eleven minutes. Time saved void.
I like being able to walk to a subway station. Now, I can go to all those downtown places without having to feel like it’s a long way to get home. If only I could stay awake past 9:30. But three weeks of trying to take the subway and having to deal with either no service, poor service or whoops it’s free service doesn’t give me a lot of faith in the local public transit.
For the most part, the people are friendly. Well, until they learn about my disdain for the big city, they’re friendly.