So Long Toronto

Dear Toronto,

You’ve been lovely to me these past six months. With your efficient streetcars, late night food delivery, active nightlife, and bustling work, you’ve been a joy to live in. Through you, I’ve met many hot women, great friends, and exceptional coworkers. It’s been a wild ride.

We’ve had some very good times, you and I. I’ve enjoyed countless videogames tournaments here, surrounded by old friends. I’ve met lots of new people too, people that enjoy partying and gaming and all the good things in life.

I got to work on a TV series, and get started on my dream job thanks to you. And although you seemed to place obstacles in my path, like trying to find an apartment without bedbugs or getting from downtown to Etobicoke, a solution always appeared, almost as if you were just toying with me.

Boredom was something I didn’t experience. With your unlimited supply of hilarious, weird, and zany people, every day brought some new twist to my routines.

Best of all are the friendships I’ve created here. I’ve made friends with some hardcore gamers who’ll sit through 2 day tournaments with me and love every second. I’ve made friends with party people who put up with my insane work schedule, and would come out to the club with me at the drop of a hat. I’ve made friends with some intensely hard-working, exceptional humans who, after a 15-hour shift, still find the energy to smile and laugh and joke about each other’s moustaches.

I guess what I’m trying to say is you seem to have a bad rep for no reason. Before I moved here, you were known as Montreal’s defective younger cousin. However, I’ve grown quite fond of you, and as such have upgraded you to blooming little brother that you kinda want to hang out with, but don’t know why just yet.

So, Toronto, I’ll miss you. But not as much as the people who live inside you.

See you all soon, Space Cowboys.

                                                  Rami

P.S. Your poutine still sucks.

After being saved by Link and vanquishing Ganondorf, Zelda moved out of her parent’s basement in Hyrule and came to Toronto, where she opened her very own diner