Yes, I’m still alive. Yes, I’m back home. Yes, home means Toronto.
The surprise worked out quite successfully. Well, I suppose it was only a surprise for my family. I had been planning the entire trip since around April, and it was a rather big operation as I had to keep it a secret from my parents and my sister. Everyone else knew I was coming back, and my only plan was the show up unexpectedly at the door. And certainly, my family was flabbergasted, so that was mission accomplished.
So, Toronto is the same as usual. The moment I stepped off the plane, I just felt like I BELONG here. The same air that I’ve breathed, the same language that I’ve spoken, the same atmosphere that I’ve grown up in for most of my life – I was immediately immersed in the luxury of home, all that is Canada. It was as if I’ve never left, and I wondered in my head whether it was an elaborate dream, or I had really been in Europe for 10 months.
I’ve been back for 5 days and every single day so far has been busy with seeing friends and spending time with family. With only 26 days in Canada, every moment is to be cherished and every precious second well spent. I’ve also been taking photos of this place I call home, non-stop. In fact, I got a DSLR the second day back (yes I gave in, okay?) Details will come in the next entry, which is hopefully soon.
The more I went around, the more I realized how scarce photos of Toronto are in my collection. When I lived here, everything was just “matter of fact” and I took my life here for granted. I didn’t bother trying to capture the beauties of everyday life in a place that I felt I’d be for an indefinite amount of time. When the time came to head over to Europe, it was already too late to record all that I’ve missed in the 14 years I’ve been here. That’s why this time, as soon as I came back, I took pictures of every corner possible. The following are photos taken upon my immediate arrival in Toronto, still using my Canon point-and-shoot.
Yeah, perhaps Toronto isn’t as elegant as Bordeaux or as pretty as Europe in general, but regardless, home is still the most beautiful place in the world.
Boarding the connecting flight from Zurich to Toronto. Yep, there’s that familiar maple leaf again…:)