In Toronto, Bob doesn’t always walk with a plan. Sometimes, the streets themselves become the guide, and sometimes, a bright yellow sign promises him something intriguing: “ONLY 800 STEPS to your new happy place.”
Bob paused. Eight hundred steps? That sounded manageable. He had already walked thousands today with his camera slung over his shoulder, but the promise of a “happy place” was hard to ignore. Maybe it was a café with the perfect espresso, maybe a park bench with a great view, or maybe something entirely unexpected.
Following the trail, Bob soon came across another sign. This one promised that his “future home is just 8 minutes away (6 minutes if you’re quick).” Bob chuckled—Toronto real estate agents knew how to market dreams. Still, he liked the idea that happiness might be measured not in dollars or contracts, but in footsteps.
So, step by step, Bob continued on. He counted in his head at first, then gave up somewhere around step 243. The city distracted him—dogs being walked, streetcars rattling by, and neighbors carrying bags of produce home from the market. Toronto always had a way of turning the ordinary into something worth noticing.
Maybe, Bob thought, the happy place wasn’t just at the end of 800 steps. Maybe it was hidden in the act of searching itself. Every mural, every overheard conversation, every curious sign was part of the journey.
By the time he reached the corner where another yellow arrow pointed the way, Bob smiled to himself. This was his happy place: the streets of Toronto, full of puzzles and promises, where even a real estate sign could turn into a little adventure.
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