Two years ago today, after selling my condo, I got the very last flight out of Toronto. There wouldn’t be another one for 6 months. Me and the dog, who was in cargo where he was treated like a FEDEX parcel. When I arrived in the UK, I was able to buy somewhere to live outright and a car. It was the right decision, given how volatile things were. I do think I had been ill for some time, because I had signs of diabetes back then… but now it’s completely gone. Feeling grateful today.
