spare change and cigarette butts

I love this city.
Evevrything is alive, moving and changing.
you can stand in one spot and if you blink, you can miss so much.
I love the people here

the hurried business people
the awed tourists
the bored shopkeepers
the lost homeless
the fresh students.

every person, with this culture, ideas and talents makes this city more enjoyable.
you can be whoever you want and there will be someone within a 20 minute subway ride who will understand and wanna be just like you.
A girl can breathe out here.
I feel like there are no rules, no standards and no expectations here.
You can sing what you want, eat what you want and shop where you want.
no one cares.
we're all messed up.

Although being in this great city, I do miss the soft blowing corn fields of Woodstock.
i miss the smell of manure in the spring and fall mornings
i miss the slow and easy atmosphere of being in a farming town
I miss the familiar faces of the people i grew up with
i miss the crazy farmers, the crazy nights of climbing silos, and the crazy bush parties in the back fields.

Home is where the heart is and frankly, my heart lies in downtown Toronto.