One year ago I planned a trip to Toronto to clean up my house. On the 30th of October my grandmother died. I had to change my trip to go to Sarnia, 300 km outside of Toronto in the middle of nowhere for the funeral. This kicked off 6 months of awful, beginning with me spending 10 days in hospital, where they misdiagnosed me and treated me like the needle-sharing junkie whore they thought I was.
Fast forward one year.
I am in Toronto to clean up my house for sale. On the 30th of October my grandmother died. I have to change my trip to go to Sarnia for the funeral.
I don't think there will be anymore trips to Toronto for me.