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There are some days I get a big reminder why I love living in Toronto.

Like any metropolitan city, you can walk into a restaurant at 3P.M. (or A.M.) for lunch, shuffle out of the way of a street performer and may even get to be on television out of sheer luck.

There are good and bad weeklies, over and under-crowded patios, and when the sun comes out, everyone wears as few clothes as they can legally get away with.

You may nearly get run over by a cyclist on the street while en route to brunch. Or you might have the ever-wonderful experience of running after a TTC streetcar (who knows when the next one is coming...seriously).

When the lights fall, the creatures of the night come out to play, indie and faux-hipster bands performing at classic pubs and either you or one of your friends will probably run into somebody they went to school with.

As much as I want to travel and see the romantic cities of the world (that will come with time and money), meet the perfect man (all the cute guys suddenly reappeared this summer, but there was one really bad dud date) I like where things are right now.

Maybe Carrie Bradshaw, as unrealistic as her life actually was, had is right.

"If Louis was right, and you only get one great love...[Toronto] may just be mine. And I can't have nobody talking bad about my boyfriend."

Just a thought.