I’ve never lived further than the Greater Toronto Area in my life. It’s as much in me as I am within it.
Mississauga is just west of Etobicoke, on the other side of Highway 427, and that’s where I spent the majority of my upbringing. More space. I always had a bigger bedroom than my cousins, who grew up in High Park, East York, the Junction, and Kensington Market, at least, until I had to start sharing my bedroom with my brothers when they were born.
I visit my parents and two brothers once a month, and get there via the same GO bus route I used every weekend from age 14-19 to go hang out downtown, for no other reason than to be there. Back then, the window displays, lights, loud noises, unfamiliar faces, frightened friends, and new friends, all seemed exciting. They don’t anymore. I don’t know what that says about me.