For eight and a half months I allowed this city determine the way in which I lived my life. 

It was easier for me to be a victim of circumstance than a citizen of Toronto. By embracing the notion that I was a merely the 'product' of an alien environment and not an active player in my own destiny I had denied myself from myself. I equated my solitude to the lack of compassion I saw in the city, yet failed to acknowledge the fact that I had internalized a number of these traits myself.

The thorn in my side had become a terrible cancer... I was lost. 

I now accept the fact that regardless of my surroundings, I am responsible for my own happiness or suffering. The choices I make along this path I forge are mine, and mine alone. 

Just as iron shapes iron, negativity breeds negativity. No longer will I focus on the negative aspects of this city and internalize them. I will use the unfavourable attitudes of others to guide myself in the right direction. 

I have found serenity in the men and women who practice tai-chi in Grange Park, anonymity in the crowded streets of Kensington market, comfort in the sushi bars on Baldwin Street, and focus in the gyms I frequent. 

Here are a few pictures of the Toronto I have grown attached to. 

The futon, my home/office. 

BALDWIN STREET. 

Arctic Rolls and Tempura Avacado Hand Roll.

All you can eat deliciousness.

Reserved for cheat days only - banana tempura with vanilla ice cream.

The gym.

Heading home from the gym. 

Miniature golf, 82 style.