missing the neighborhood
Having recently purchased our own home, Jennifer and I are still in the fixing-upping mood… as I type, she and Dad are in the hallway, laying tile. We moved into a condo-type development (think less apartment and more townhome, but even then it’s not quite an accurate picture) in January, and are slowly adjusting to our new ‘hood.
The ‘hood in question is certainly not our familiar, comfortable downtown. No, we’re about as close to being in the ‘burbs as you can be, our saving grace being that we’re still within walking distance of groceries, pharmacy, the bookstore, movies. (Yes, it’s the dreaded ‘Power Centre’, but at least it’s not the mall.)
However. This sort of neighborhood has absolutely no space for the humble corner store, and I’m hurtin’ without it. A quick trip to one of those keeps time and money spent to a minimum, while the Loblaws across the street, well, does not. My latest jaunt for Coke and milk ended up costing $55, and I think I was gone for, like, an hour.
Perhaps I’ll suggest a tuck shop move into one of the vacant units in our next council meeting. That’ll go over well, I’m sure.