Outside our immediate environs spans the rest of Toronto. A Canadian friend confirmed this, based on her having lived throughout the Greater Toronto Area (GTA).
Within Mayberry (my friend's word) you have safety, friendliness, tasteful homes and higher taxes. Outside our quiet, tucked-away town that no one-even Canadians-knows the name of, is more crime, lower taxes, a degree of less friendliness and, at least, one nuclear power plant. Still no finger down the throat. We're still in Canada.
Pretty much any industrialized nation is going to have crime, homelessness, pollution, taxes and anything else from the grab bag of angst. Searching for a place to emigrate to became the house to buy. You're not going to get everything you've ever dreamed of, but how far from it must you get? When dealing with certain necessities, you don't compromise.
Political sensibility was ours. Calm conversation points are easy to come by, but once in a while, politics wiggles its way in. Because I don't want to be seen as a complete basket case, toning it down is forcibly easier. In the U.S., I didn't mind sounding crazed over this. Most everyone so deeply understood. Here, they are able to calmly and patiently listen to the horror that is U.S. politics, even as an anchor for this emotion-driven immigrant when envisioning the U.S. politically, economically, environmentally and morally imploding.
My friend was curious as to why we chose Canada. I told her it was among a small group of hopefuls, but due to employment already established and a steadier political tide, it was clear. Allies in the adoptive land are helpful, though not mandatory, if you believe in your choice. No one has disagreed and, thus far, only lightly debated the issue of taxes. But our decision is respected by everyone we've met. We are welcome here.