Losing my job, a beloved family member, and a long-term relationship in a short period pushed me to finally follow my dreams and move somewhere new.
Trish Sissons
I knew from my first week in Toronto that it wasn't the place for me.However, it took me six years, one death, a breakup, and the loss of my dream job for me to buy a one-way ticket out of there.It was never my intention to settle in Toronto, but when love had called, I'd answered. The partner I'd met while living in Australia had a job there. We decided we'd stay here for a few years, then move back to the country where we'd met.Still, I had a hard time acclimatizing to the concrete sprawl, especially after living in the lush Australian landscape and growing up surrounded by the rugged natural beauty of British Columbia.If I was going to stick this out, I realized I needed to appreciate Toronto for what it was — a commercial hub. I set my sights on the ultimate distraction: professional fulfillment.Luckily, I'd landed a contract job I loved in tech marketing in Toronto. I found that if I focused on work, it was easy to ignore other problems and pretend I didn't miss living near the ocean.For a while, focusing on my career helped me ignore parts of my life that weren't working
