BRB, Moving to Toronto

I’ve had my mind set on living in Toronto years before Cape Breton offered Americans refuge on their island if Trump won the election. The only thing keeping me back up until now* was the cold; if only winters weren’t so brutal (and my bones so brittle); I’d move to Canada in a heartbeat.

It’s been a while since my last trip. School, life, work—the usual suspects—got in the way, but with Saks’ two new store openings in Toronto, Canada was meant to be. I set out bright and early to the airport. Passport out. Backpack on. Carry-on a-rollin’. Accompanied by my best friend to make sure I was properly caffeinated and tucked safely on board. Between the incredible vegan options and graffiti murals down every other alley, it’s hard not to fall in love with the city.

Both Saks Fifth Avenue locations were gorgeous, as to be expected. I ogled and swooned until I could no longer was called away to host the trainings. That said, being the early bird I am, I had plenty of time to gush over bags and beauty bits while trying to “find” my way through the store. And the renowned shoe department! (It was conveniently located right across the cosmetics department, if you’re ever in want of visiting the Sherway Gardens store.) I may or may not have spent the majority of the PK staring at a pair of suede Jimmy Choo lace-ups.

And I’m not even a shoe girl.

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xx

* Only it looks like that might happen a lot sooner than I thought. Donald Trump is actually a front-runner. Global warming is real, but our government and its agencies are telling women what they can/can’t do with their bodies. I’m ashamed, America.