Real estate is emotional. Why? Because a home is more than walls and a roof, it’s container for our lives, our families, our communities. As part of an occasional series, we’ve asked local writers to share their stories on real estate and housing.
The area bore traces of what I’ve always liked about the city — the grounding presence of the lake; the hush of residential streets just off a major road; the houses, arched and proud. But,living there also made me feel lonely, disoriented, like I’d startled awake on a train that had reached the end of the line.SomedayI was anxious to get to the boardwalk, my promised serotonin hit for making it outside.
Toronto was the place where the Don Valley Parkway deposited me for film and TV auditions as a kid; then where the TTC took me to English lit classes as an undergrad; where I lived on campus as a time-strapped law student; and then where I found a first apartment in Bloor West Village as a writer. The other reason I stuck around, though, is because I wanted the Toronto house. You know the type: semi-detached Victorian, bay-and-gable, sweet little porch. Or, better: Edwardian, fully detached, second-floor bay window and a porch for days.
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