Just over a year ago now, we landed in Toronto at the start of the fall season, yet I failed to truly take note of just how beautiful a season it was. I remember noticing the occasional red and yellow tinted tree. But amidst all the shiny and new, the unknown and bizarre, the season’s change got lost amongst the overwhelmingness of moving, our new way of life, and a pile of paperwork.
Now this year with the summer humidity finally dissipating I came out of my air-conditioned hibernation and took note. Passing by everything a year on, now so familiar, has had me reflecting back to exact moments this time last year… The first time we discovered an area, the first time we walked down a road, the exact conversations we had as we walked that road, the first time we boarded the subway, the first time we stepped foot in a grocery store, we ate there, saw that, felt… for the first time ever.
