I was born and raised in Toronto; it will perhaps always seem like home. But I’ve left, and I don’t expect to live there again. Like the Torontonians Edward Keenan discussed, I found myself unable to see a future in my hometown.
Barely being able to afford rent and groceries on two middle-class paycheques was a big part of the problem, but it was seeing child care in Canada through the eyes of my Swedish husband that ultimately sent us packing.
It wasn’t just the cost and absurd wait times — to get a quasi-afforable daycare spot in Toronto you need to put your “child” on the wait-list as soon as the egg meets the sperm — but the overall state of the thing.
This is not a loss.
