Stay. All you are doing is taking Toronto’s real estate bullshit on the road, and driving out the residents of the smaller towns.

I myself am one of these people. My family has lived in the same area through about 6 generations. The township my town is bordered by even bears a paternal-side family name. Yet I can’t live there, nor can my sister or many of our cousins, because of the boomers cashing out, and more recently the hip gangster douchebag Toronto crowd flooding our town and pricing all us locals out. Of course they immediately started protesting everything about our town, protesting for change of traffic flows, and protesting about the industry emissions for a company that literally is the foundation of our towns founding (if they would open a history book). So I write this from clear across the continent, which still ain’t far enough away from that god damn place. None of us can get out fast enough, even my grandmother just sold off their property to developers. Faced with the choice of either being surrounded by douchebags in their trashy cookie cutter homes after all the neighbors cashed out, she wisely just gave in. She’ll get the pleasure of watching a house that has stood for over 150 years get plowed over in the spring, and watch land my grandfather sowed for years get Tesla-fied. Tis but just a house, but it’s the land I’m mortified about. I am of that land.

All this because Sydney got bored one day, and was like oh I think I need to take all of my baggage and way of life from the city and move to a small town. Or because some social justice warrior boomer drove through one afternoon in their Range Rover, and fell in love with the quaintness, ambience and architecture of my home (which to be fair, is pretty awesome).

Just stay in Toronto, Sydney. It’s where you belong.