Leaving Toronto was easy but saying my goodbyes was hard. The people who I’m talking about are the ones that happened to live next door or passed out on my couch on the first day we met or heard all about my life saga when we got lost in the ghettos of Buffalo. They are the ones that picked me and only me. In my opinion, they are the best that Toronto has to offer and will be why I will continue to fly back there despite my personal opinion of the city itself. I could say something mushy about friendship or about how they stuck by my side and ensured that I was not defeated by a bad man or two but that’s not necessary. All that I have left to say is “thank you for picking me”.
Toronto is now a chapter in my life that is over but the friendships that I made while there will never be. Even with that in mind and knowing that they’re just a plane ride away, the scariest part of going to Auckland is whether or not I’ll be able to make friends of equal caliber. I guess only time will tell but as my departure date gets closer – this is the one thing that worries me the most.