As I step into the 26th chapter of my life, I can’t help but worry about how close I am to 30. Now, I’m not the type who’s afraid of getting older. I’m the type afraid I won’t be where I want to be when I get there.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamt of working as a writer in New York City. I think that’s the case for most writers. And like most, the goal was to be living there by the time I’m 30. At the time, I felt that was pretty realistic. Now, I’m not so sure. Not because I don’t think I’ll get a job there, but because something within me has changed. I’ve fallen head-over-heels for another city. The city I call home: Toronto.
I didn’t discover much of Toronto until I started working at House & Home Magazine. I was mainly in the downtown core while I was in j-school so that was pretty much my world – Yonge and Dundas Square. My office now is in the west end and I can’t get over how much I’ve fallen in love with it.
Despite all that, I’m desperate for change. For a challenge. I’m too comfortable with where I am which is making me uncomfortable. This is the perfect time for me to make a drastic move. I’m single. I have nothing holding me back. I should be able to do this instead of sitting here writing about doing it. Ok. I’m done now. No more talk. Only action.
Cheers to 26!