the corner of dundas and yonge
Currently reading a book set in Toronto and now I miss it so much I could cry.
It’s the kind of missing that feels like a great, breathless chasm situated somewhere beneath my sternum.
I’d always thought again, someday. Now I wonder how many somedays are left.
One can hope.
For now I will live vicariously, loving that I can picture exact locations and recall old haunts.
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Edited to add: I did cry, while relaying this to the husband on the phone.I don't want to live there but I thought I'd get to go back, you know?
I guess not, he deadpanned, and that ill-timed joke, so blunt, so borderline harsh in the face of my disability-related grief, made me shake with laughter.
Some people need a gentle hand.
Others, a little levity.
1:47 p.m. - 2024-08-23