Almost one month ago, I arrived in Toronto, full of terror and excitement, and suddenly surrounded by Starbucks.
Since that day, which feels strangely distant, I've learned many things, such as how to use the subway, open fancy apartment lobbies (not by hitting the touchscreen with your brother's wallet, apparently), to expect and even embrace the random stench of garbage that feels like a punch in the throat, how to use a cellphone (screaming when it rings is not exactly useful as it turns out), that pitchers of sangria are the best thing ever, to always distrust public washrooms, and don't ask women with toddlers for directions - especially when it's raining.
It's been a good time, in short. And now it's almost October, which means several things. Things like the sudden ubiquitousness of all things orange, increased coffee intake, decreased sangria intake, coats, and the end of sandal-wearing days. Some of these things are, clearly, to be lamented. But I'm not here to focus on the negative. I'm here to focus on the orange.