A recent personal on Craigslist takes a different spin on “missed connections,” as the author pens a heartfelt ode to the city they are currently separated from:
I left you one month ago and my heart has been empty and aching since that moment.
I couldn’t bring myself to bid the cityline goodbye that I had grown to love so very much as I passed with my belongings packed in my car.
Not one day goes by that I don’t shed a tear for the life I had come to love walking your streets I had dreamed about calling my own for so long. I miss the hustle and bustle. The raving lunatics at the corner whose antics brought me joy every morning. The parks and the traffic congestion. The cold shoulders so many wear like a suit and the warm greetings of the people I encountered every day at my regular haunts.
I had only started to truly find what brought me joy within the confines of the city and now it’s all gone for me.
Nowhere will ever feel like home to me, not until I am back in the warm embrace of my city.
I will always mourn the loss of all I called home.
We imagine the following response:
Dear Not at home,
While many former acquaintances bitch and moan about how they were unable to stand spending one more second in my embrace, complaining that it was cold, even anonymous, your warm note makes me feel like you understand me perfectly. I try hard to make my domain a colourful, eclectic, and multicultural place to live and hope that the mixture of elements I create will bring joy to the hearts of those within it, even if I occasionally go overboard in making life too interesting for comfort. I am often misperceived by outsiders as cold, heartless and self-absorbed, but, like the Grinch, your message has made my heart grow by three sizes.
If you are fortunate enough to return—if I am fortunate enough that you do—I hope that we can build an even stronger relationship.
Feeling a little less lonely,
Thanks to Torontoist reader Rachel Lissner for the tip.