I don't know what it means to sit in the crowd of a TED talk. I don't. I do know what it means to sit in the crowd of a TEDxToronto talk. It's beautiful.

A little over a month ago, I jumped a plane to Toronto after having been away for quite some time. It was significant for me – I was convinced I wouldn’t see this city for a long time to come. In fact, I was window shopping the world for someplace else to call home. The world is a big place, I figured – who wouldn’t want to explore the likes of Valparaiso, Ho Chi Minh, or Istanbul? How can you know, definitively, where you were meant to make hay?

And for now, that'll have to do.

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