Katie Leggitt

Hi, it's November, 2018.  See you in 6 months. 👋 Zeds Dead, Katie

It was a good month. I've spent a little over 30 days in Montreal, the longest stretch of visit since moving nearly 3 years ago. It doesn't feel that long, but it is.  There are new buildings near my old theatre, new restaurants up Saint-Laurent, there are new local comedians I've never met before, but the romance that city encapsulates is as strong as ever.  I fell in love 3 times, and reveled in the beautiful memories I carry with me.  The apartment on Saint-Urbain, the bagels, the risks I once took in the name of love on the streets of NDG and the small couch at Theatre Sainte-Catherine that I briefly napped on all brought me right back to the heart of it. That city is special.  I spent a few conversations comparing Toronto to Montreal in the last week, and still kind of can't believe I'll be returning to Ontario shortly.  I keep describing Montreal as the place where people can discover themselves, their voices and their uniqueness, and Toronto as the plac

Quick back story to this is that I thought I knew exactly what I wanted when I moved to Toronto almost 3 years ago.  Turns out vague goals will only get you so far before your will to keep at it is tested so hard you find yourself learning how to work a cash register by someone 11 years your junior.  Whatever, I'm grateful for it all.  Here's what I've learned along my journey: Step 1. It kind of sucks to come to the realization that you're not as smart as you once thought you were.  When you're wrapped up in a warm blanket with cheap rent and a community you love to support and be around, you feel pretty safe.  You think you know it all.  When you're faced with transition, your ability to endure will be challenged, so the first thing you need to remember is that there's you now, and there's you 6 months from now, and you have no idea what that person will be like, but you do know you're on a journey.  I drew this image at the beginning of my j

I was headed to the bus depot, to hop on a Mega-boring-bus to Montreal, and I realized I had forgotten my favourite companion, my journal, for the trip.  I popped into Shoppers and picked up a cheap composition book, one I thought could at least get me by for the duration of my weekend getaway. Little did I know it would become the launching pad for transformation. I moved to Toronto 2 and a half years ago, and I cannot believe it.  Sometimes I wake up and decide I'm going to visit my sister on the South Shore later that afternoon and then I remember that I live 400+ kms away from her. The hope was, back when I first got here, that the momentum I felt in my comedy life in Montreal would automatically translate to this new city.  The total confidence I had on Quebecois stages and streets, I thought, would carry me swiftly to a variety of venues and shows here in Toronto, even though I don't really know too many people, or am actually terribly terribly (terribly) socially a