Why I Left Toronto to Chase Art in Montreal Toronto was never just a city to me. It was the place where dreams were supposed to spark bright lights, huge ambitions, global stage. I believed the hype, I worked like I was chasing a seven-figure future; I hustled because success in Toronto felt like validation.

I didn’t plan it this way. Honestly, I didn’t even want it to happen. If you had met me a few years ago, you would have met someone who defended Toronto like a religion. Someone who thought the CN Tower sparkled a little extra just for them. Someone who believed the chaos was part of

I didn’t realize how loud Toronto was until I left it. And I don’t just mean construction noise — though God knows the jackhammers, the condo drilling, and the endless “temporary” road closures deserve their own national anthem. I’m talking about the other noise: the pressure, the rush, the constant feeling that if you aren’t