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So, Toronto...
mood: introspective · working on: website and job search
I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and it seems the only way out of this mess. Though I’ve become somewhat comfortable with my life here, the constant lack of “city”-ness or civilization has become jarring. To add to this, I am constantly perturbed and distracted by the most asinine characters.
Considering that there’s nothing here for me, as made especially clear by most of my friends moving away for the summer, I think it might be time I moved on. Toronto’s close, and there are job prospects there. Is that all there is to my life, all that matters in my decision making process?
So, Rochester is (was) my Great Siberian Exile, huh? Time to pack up and move back to Civilization? Time to find myself alone, in another country, knowing nobody, ready (forced) to make new acquaintances. Seems like, this is the story of my life.
I originally pictured myself becoming anonymous in the bowels of New York City. What a romantic notion, yeah? Everyone moves to New York. But Toronto is where the jobs are. Where the money is. I could make a living there, stay for a few years, work my way back up the job ladder. Then what?
What do I do after that? Attend college? Get a degree? Will I piss my 20’s away in trivialities, in cigarette breaks and job applications, waiting and trying halfheartedly to find something? To find myself?
I am a purveyor of cliches.
On second thought, I wish I could make a living of it. At least enough to afford coffee and cigarettes.
Coffee and cigarettes. Now there’s something I could talk for ages about. I never thought I’d be THAT GUY, but I guess it’s just how things happen. “La douleur de cigarette” I should probably learn French if I live in Canada.
Women. Drugs. Music. Song. Art.
I need some of those. I want all. It would be pretty slick if I could balance all of them while working a rockstar job and helping the world in my spare time. Wouldn’t that just kill you?
Can I find these in Toronto?
If I did, I might die from constant and unceasing orgasm.
