Wellllllll, I've just moved to Toronto from London, England.... I have yet to thaw out. It turns out people weren't kidding about Canadian winters.

I live in a flat with my sweetie and an imaginary dog, who shall soon be replaced by a REAL dog. YAY!
So far I’m loving Toronto, it's not hip exactly, but it is cool in a random-acts-of-kindness-charmingly-affable sort of way.
Our flat is a totally different than anything I am used to and actually something of a revelation to me. I was raised in a sprawly Victorian semi in London, a villa in the south of France, and a boarding school in a castle in Scotland. All of which had crown moulding. Our 70’s flat does not. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the nekkid-ness of it.
I am decorating on a teeny budget. Our flat is 845’ sq. and uh… minimalist, by which I mean empty. See, we moved here with a squillion books, some clothes, a few dvd’s that don’t work and NO FURNITURE. At all. So all the real money is being spent on boring useful stuff, like beds (boo!!!)
I am also the child of a man who makes McGuyver look like a slack-jawed fumblethumbs, so I come by my love of the low-budget-revamp/tinker honestly.