“Congratulations on moving to Toronto,” said the FedEx guy, looking down at the job contract I was scanning. There we were, surrounded by bars, clothing stores, and coffee shops full of people working on Macs—exactly where you would expect a young New Yorker to want to be. The city to which I would be returning, in contrast, had always felt a bit like a holding pen for the people waiting to get to the Lower East Side. You have Drake,” he said.
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