There is something slightly unreal — or perhaps surreal — about living on a residential area, a neighbourhood of picket fences and hedges and small tidy lawns, cars parked neatly in their respective driveways along the shady street. I’ve always been an uptown dweller, living in apartments, meeting neighbours on the stairs or in the corner store. Now we have our own tiny house and yard and lawn and garden. And I love it.
Taken on April 25, 2010