... My friend, Robin, lived in this house when we were in high school. These four walls hold so many of my teenage memories: getting ready for the semi-formal, parties in the yard, Cricket (her little jack russell terrier who would attack our combat boots), sleepovers, countless dinners with her family, Bruce Willis night in the basement...
This is the variety store that was just around the corner from school. The owners would always yell at us and treat us like criminals. Eventually I boycotted it and went down to Danny Milk for my daily snack.
This is my dream house. It sits on a hill on Royal York road above the creek. One day, rather than taking the bus to the station, I decided to swim through the creek to it. How my skin isn't permanently green is beyond me...
xo Kate
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