Lot's Wife
Toronto downtown, seen from Ryerson University (SLC). Eaton Centre is just a block away. Whenever I hear the words "looking back," I can't help but remember Lot's wife who looked back as God brought destruction to Sodom by sulfur and fire. The cost of her disobedience from the instruction to not look back was so great: she perished and became a pillar of salt. There's this never-ending cycle that continues to bug me at this time. This city named Toronto had been all too familiar already: the fast-paced life especially in downtown, the people who walk through its streets, the never-ending maintenance work in the TTC subway, the beauty of (not-so-clean) Lake Ontario. Even the mundane routines throughout the week have been too ingrained in my everyday life here: waking up at the earliest 11:00am, starting the day with an hour of biking (if it's bike workout day) and spending the rest of the day writing my thesis either at the Toronto Reference Library or t