Hogtown is Hurting

So, after a decade of living in the largest city in Canada, I’m finally ready to say it:

I hate this city. Almost.

Let me first be clear: the opposite of love is not hate, but apathy. For me to say I hate Toronto is to say I still love it deep down, but I know it can do much, much better. Toronto has raised me over the past ten years and, like any truly loving child ought to do when they see their parent’s behaviour fall to such low levels, it’s time for me to tell the old man he’s gotta put down the bottle, apologize to Aunt Betty, and start wearing pants to family functions.

And while I certainly don’t think I’m alone in my lacklustre appreciation for the tee-dot, I’ll speak for myself when explaining why I’ve become fed up with this sprawling cluster of condos we call a city.