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

The City That Used to Feel Like Home I used to think Toronto was the only place I could ever belong, that skyline the CN Tower cutting intothe clouds like a proud exclamation point once meant arrival.I was young, hungry, and ready to prove something to the world, and Toronto was the stage, butsomewhere between

I moved to Toronto brimming with ambition. The skyline called—glass towers glistening over Lake Ontario, streetcar bells, the hum of growth. I believed Toronto was the place where dreams lived.But somewhere between lease renewal and the next utility bill, I realised: my dream was being eaten. According to recent data, the average monthly rent for