Four days in Toronto was one, crazy ride and exhaustion had no place for it. Named as the New York version of Canada (only cleaner and inhabited with nicer people), I couldn’t agree more with this truth. Busy 24/7, morning streets were filled with swarms of tourists and working locals, while nights called for a thriving club scene that could cost you cover of $50. Though there was peace to be found in this hectic city; from less explored destinations to comfortable spaces, occupied by both new and old friends. This first visit was definitely one for the books and I can’t help but thank the people who welcomed me warmly through it!
Like sardines in a can on rainy days
Of poor attempts and crazy ways
Cute stalls, plenty of doors
Postcard-like, on Explore.
Four months ago, I joined a club at school called IBSA which stands for International Business Students’ Association. Not knowing exactly what I signed up for, I was a little apprehensive of my capabilities and was terrified to fall short of expectations. But what didn’t occur to me was that there were greater fears elsewhere: a broken heart and tears in my eyes by the end of four months.