I want to have had a happy childhood. I keep trying to get a do-over in children, whose everyday happiness is delicious to me. So I drag ass out to Whiteyton again. I drive up over the hill into the village and it’s sunset and I can see Toronto. I go poking around my impossibly entangled house again, this time with the agent's contractor-husband in tow, and the neighbor comes out. They've seen me poking around. He tells me every weakness that he’s seen every owner deal with for a decade, since he moved next door with his wife and triplets, two girls and a boy. The hood [pause] would like me to move in, so he tells me what to offer, what to do. He’s a cop, bossy and huge and helpful – not my type, in the sense that the whole place is not my type, in the sense that I want to have grown up in a place like this but I very much did not


did I mention that they flood their yard to make a hockey rink ? every year Ani DiFranco - As Is [repost - I love this one]