The loneliest Sheep
Toronto - The loneliest over populated city of opportunity and sacrifice
Five years ago I moved to Toronto and I was optimistic, scared and excited!
I used to live in a small town, moved to a larger town to go to college right out of high school and then moved to Toronto for an internship that would thankfully become a job right out of college. I thought that life was going great, I thought that I was doing what was expected of me and that I was succeeding in the career world and nothing could be better than that.
It’s been 5 years and I’ve failed at making a life in Toronto, I’ve lost more friends than I’ve made, and any I do have that ‘live in Toronto’ are a 2+ hour drive (and NOT on the TTC line) from me. I’ve come to realize that Toronto is the loneliest city I’ve ever lived in, and it has the highest population of all previous ones.
In the past year I’ve lost my best friend and drifting from my main friend group, I tried to focus on work and though I adore my job and team, I’ve never really felt like I’ve belonged here. Since losing my best friend and realizing how lonely I really was in Toronto, I’ve attempted to branch out, I’ve gone to card nights at local comic book shops, I’ve attempted meet-ups with other Pokemon-Go players in the city and I’ve even attempted joining work mates in Spin Class just to find somewhere that I can feel apart of a group.
Yet we visit home, the small one Starbucks town I used to equate to the Hellmouth and I feel safe. It’s effortless to reconnect with my previous friends, I’ve gone to Magic Card tournaments there and have felt myself lift out of my depression. I’ve learned and taken up new hobbies to try and find my group and so far outside of the Card tournaments in a city hundreds of kilometres away I’ve only found one other group activity that makes me happy… an Online MMORPG where most of the people I play with are NOT from Toronto.
So with the struggle of the last 8 months of trying to find where I belong, and get myself out of the dark hole I’ve fallen into, I’ve just realized that Toronto, the city that sparkles from the outside and has so many opportunities is the dullest and loneliest place I’ve ever lived. Nothing is actually close enough to not be an expedition to get to, I can’t afford to live in the downtown core, I travel the streets and take the Streetcars and Subways just to be harassed and assaulted on a way to regular basis.
I’m not overly interested in culture or art, or large gatherings of people that I don’t enjoy, I’m an introvert that wants to feel belonging to a group I trust, and not just another sheep in the herd. And the longer I’ve stayed in Toronto the more I’ve felt like the lost lonely sheep.
With the recent personal struggles, the loss of our car and reduced trips to go back home to see family and the few friends we still have, I’ve been stuck in my lonely world spiralling around the idea that because of the career I chose, I have to give up everything I thought I was working for.
I felt like if I went to school, got great grades (highest GPA in my class and Dean’s List), and got a great job and worked up in the company that one day, not too far in the future I could buy a house, with a cute yard, have a kid and a social life and be happy. I truly thought that getting my career in Toronto would allow me to have all of those, but I was wrong. Because Toronto is where I need to be to work, but I will NEVER be able to own a house, I will not be able to afford to have more than one child, and as I’ve attempted for the last 5 years… I’m not going to have the fun social life I dreamt of and now I’m stuck. I’m stuck at a job I adore (yep I’m complaining about loving my job!), I’m stuck wanting to move up in my career and be at a job that has done nothing but support me and help me grow… and it’s the ONLY thing that keeps me here. I’m stuck doing what I thought I needed to do to be happy.
And now I look over at my family back home, a sister with a house and 1.5 children, a husband who loves her and a 10 min trip from her friends and family. I look at my friends going to Friday Night Magic together, going to movies together and feeling like they belong to a group because they do. And then I look at me, I did everything society told me I needed to, I went to school, I got great grades, I got a job (a career even) and now I’m here not knowing how to move forward, falling deeper and deeper into a hole I don’t know if I can crawl out of.
With all the internet access in the world, with all the voice and video communications, we have, with all the cities with wonderful communities that aren’t Toronto… why is it that so much of our population is cramped up in tin can condos in a cement coloured prison. Why, because I wanted to work at a job that I’m really good at, do I have to change my goals? Why can a factory worker being a sole provider of a household afford a beautiful 2 floor, 4 bedroom house and I’m scrounging to afford my roach-infested apartment on the outskirts of Toronto?
Why does the city with so many possibilities make me feel so alone, so much like a failure, so fucking shitty?