What a bust that was. It turned out that almost all rental offices are closed on weekends. We only found two that were open. The first guy agreed to see us right away and we were directed to a parking lot where we were to take the elevator up to the rental office. We parked the car and discovered that their were steps up to the door for the elevator. Clearly we can't take an apartment that I can't get into, so we called him back and told him that the elevator wasn't accessible so the apartment is out of the question. He had the grace to say, 'Oh, well, sorry, I guess.'
The only other place that had a rental office responded that they closed in 20 minutes and did we really want to see the apartment today, maybe Monday would be better for us. We took the hint. The rest of the time was spent rambling around Toronto looking at apartment buildings, getting phone numbers, leaving messages on answering machines and imagining living in various places. I took to a place on the 'other' side of Yonge that somehow captured my sense of romanticism so we lingered there a bit as Joe tried his best to imagine living in the west.
What was good about the day was that we really got into the idea of moving and starting a new chapter in our lives. I got over my initial fears and was encouraged to see people with disabilities moving about. Let's see there was ...
The guy on an electric scooter who picked up a six pack at the beer store and stopped outside to adjust his carry bag and put the hood up on his jacket before zipping off.
The woman in the racing chair who was having a coffee at Timothy's on Church Street, sitting there with friends laughing, I noticed her chair only after hearing her enormous laugh as we drove by.
The elderly woman with the walker who made her way down Alexander Street with great determination, stopping to rest on the walker's seat twice before she was out of view.
And the guy who will be the subject of tomorrow's blog.
All of these people were out living their lives. Independantly. They didn't know it but I needed to see them. Needed to be reassured. Needed to be able to compare what they were doing with my imaginings of my new life. They didn't know it but at the very moment I saw them they were being heroic, just living their life as they did, they inspired me in my quest for my new life here in the city.
We never know who watches us.