I took an Uber tonight. It’s not something I do a lot. But tonight, I did. And it was like being in a time machine.
I wasn’t in Toronto, I was back in Cebu, on one of the many evenings in a cab on my way to work, like Cinderella in the evening, rushing. The driver took a route I had never tried before, cutting through parts of the city I had never seen. As it unfolded before me tonight like a new place to be explored, Toronto was a mysterious city waiting to be discovered and I felt a quiet sort of joy, savouring the sweet, delicious tang of curiosity. For a brief span of time, I was younger, the whole world before me. I was that girl again, and I realized I haven’t felt that way in a long, long time.
