I've been asked more than once why I still live in Toronto, instead of moving back south of the border. I'll tell you why:
I met up with my friend Keith for a meeting about the Top Secret Project we're working on. On the way there, I bumped into a guy I barely know at the subway.
Walking south on Ossington after the meeting, we bumped into my friend Tyla riding her bike.
After parting ways with Keith on Queen Street, I bumped into my ex-co-worker Ib who I hadn't seen in many years.
And after chatting with him for a bit, I headed north and bumped into a karaoke acquaintance (Denise, to be specific) I vaguely knew on College.
Toronto isn't just home. It's my city. It fits me.