I’ve known about “my street”, Winlock Park, in North York since the ’90s when I would live in Toronto for four months at a time while on a co-op term. Some friends at the time offered to get me one of the street signs but I declined their offer. Back then, I had no idea it would take 15 years for me to get a photo and walk on my street.
NPY came to visit me in Toronto from 29 October to 1 November and then we went to New York for the rest of the week since he came out this far east already. Unfortunately the Toronto portion was less than spectacular and that is without comparison to the wondrous time one necessarily has in New York. I didn’t really know what to show him: we missed the opportunity to go to St. Lawrence Market on Saturday, we went to Humber Bay Park which is not fabulous at all (and didn’t find the Humber Bay Arch Bridge). We had to allocate time so he could meet some of my relatives who have not met him all this time because of the Vancouver-Toronto divide including a visit to my grandparents in their nursing home. I picked up a car for two days to run around uptown, North York, Scarborough, and Richmond Hill in “style” but parking near the hotel downtown was more trouble than it was worth. I have so fallen out of the habit of driving that on one hand I was grateful to “practice” and was happy when the highways were clear midday when we had to make a quick round trip between downtown and North York. On the other hand, at some points in traffic and looking for parking, I wanted to cry and just ditch the car!
There was an interlude during the last afternoon he was here when we spent the afternoon separately in North York. NPY was meeting a friend at Ten Ren’s and I had some free time after finishing my errands. Despite annoying construction on Finch East, I was pretty content driving around to visit my street, reliving the feeling of when I lived nearby on Empress Ave and wondering how it seemed everyone ended up living in that particular area at some point in time.
******** This is a blog series complementing my regular blog posts with the original idea was to share our parallel lives, NPY’s and mine, while I’m in Toronto and he’s in Vancouver, 3,400 km away. For me, it’s been pretty fun because I’m this long-time blogger and enjoy repackaging parts of my life in “blog bites”. It’s been more difficult for NPY who hasn’t experienced a change in scenery (although I do not think it is necessary) so I’ll be continuing this with just my photos. I might have something every day. I might not.