End of an Era

While power-walking through my childhood neighborhood, it became clear to me that soon there will be very little of the original community remaining. This is one of the last remaining 1960s era apartment buildings in the area. This block used to contain dozens of low-rise buildings. Most were removed during the 1980s to build a couple of low-rise office buildings and some high rise residential condominiums. Only three buildings remain. The above photo is one of the three remaining buildings. All three are now undergoing demolition to be replaced by high rise residential condominium buildings.

The houses in the community were originally a mix of small, post-war bungalows, and other styles built during the 1950s through 1960s. By the late 1970s, large homes started popping up. Throughout the 80s and 90s, even larger homes came along. By the 2010s, I would say that two-thirds of the original houses have now been replaced by 6,000 square-foot monster homes. Even the monster homes from the 1980s are starting to be replaced.

The community is no longer one where the middle class can afford to live. Thanks to the influx of over-sized houses and overpriced condominium apartments, the character of the community has changed forever.

One positive that I see is the massive increase in retail. Prior to the major redevelopment, there were shops lining the main street, three open-air strip plazas, and one indoor shopping centre. The main street was not vibrant. On Sundays most stores were closed and hardly anybody could be seen along the main street.

Today, the plazas are gone, but there is far more retail located at the base of the condominiums. There are more restaurants, cafes, and bars than ever before.

There are still many pockets of the big city where virtually no change has occurred. Most of those areas still retain their original charm and memories, but lack street life as there are no vibrant strips of retail and entertainment.

While I lament the loss of my community’s original character, I do enjoy the new vibrancy of our main street. I still enjoy walking and running along the tree-lined side streets reminiscing about the old days. Houses and apartments may be destroyed, but memories last forever.

Spring!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whatever happened to Spring? I was born and raised in what was then called Metropolitan Toronto and always enjoyed the four seasons. Somehow our climate has morphed into a two-season one. We no longer enjoy four distinct seasons. We are now cursed with only two… Awful and Nice. Unfortunately Awful season lasts throughout the majority of the year. Nice is the short season spanning mid-May through early October. Five measly months of nice weather versus seven months of awful weather. Snow, ice, cold, ice rain. At this pace, why not throw in a hurricane, earthquake, and who-know-what else?

This matter is made worse for me by the fact that I have many close friends who live in other countries… countries where they are enjoying sunshine, flowers, and beautiful weather while we huddle under dark clouds or seek shelter from precipitation.

It is time for me to consider leaving my place of birth. I would like to live in a country where the weather is nice for the majority of the year. I love my country, but I need nice weather. I really crave nice weather especially since 2016 when I started training outdoors. I love to run, speed walk, hike, or cycle outdoors. I spend my days in a grey office and like to spend my non-working hours outdoors.

Toronto is a fantastic city during the summer. People from all around the world come to visit during these months. The weather is usually nice and pleasant. There are countless festivals to attend during the summer.

During the cold months, Toronto is a boring place to be. Everyone simply goes to work and then seek shelter after work. The streets tend to be bare except for people hustling to and from work or restaurants/bars. The feeling in the air is gloomy and depressing. The city does a terrible job maintaining sidewalks when there is snow or ice on the ground.

During the summer, the streets of Toronto come alive. It really is a great place to be, as long as the weather is nice. If I move to a country with a better climate, I will make sure to visit Toronto every summer for the diversity in people and cuisine.

I really hope that spring arrives this year. I have a terrible feeling that it will not.

The Meaning of Life

The meaning of life. The answer to this question is often sought. I will not sit here and lie to you by claiming to know the answer. What I will tell you is the stark truth.

A life without meaning is a dangerous situation.

He or she whose life contains no meaning, no reason d’etre, no purpose, tend to be the most dangerous of all beings. What have they got to lose?

Those who have no friends, family, loved ones, or even a roof over their head are one spasm away from endangering others or themselves.

Life is not fair. Life has never been fair. Some people live quite enjoyable lives. Some lived tragic lives. Some live long lives. Some lives are cut short.

I do not mean to rain on your parade, and to be quite frank, if you are indeed parading on this cold, wet Tuesday evening in early April, you deserve to be rained on… Hard.

But reality is reality. What I speak of is the truth. For every smile, there is a frown. For every tear shed, there is a shriek of laughter. Ying and Yang. Up and down. Left and right. Canadian and everyone else.

My point is, try to live your life to the fullest. Remember that whatever situation you are in at this very moment, there are countless others who are experiencing either worse or better conditions.

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