I love living in Kensington Market. The a constant buzz and energy awakens each night in all forms of sensory overload. I never know what to expect when I leave my crammed, basement apartment each morning but I’m learning about the constants.
Every evening when I come home, just after 6 pm, I know our neighbour will be RACING down the street with his dog. He’s never dressed for the weather, nor is he dressed for exercise, but rarely does he miss this 6 pm run with his tiny pooch, who can hardly keep up.
Every morning I see the same girl going to work at the same time as me. She’s always listening to her iPod and smiling a little too much — always.
Needless to say I love living downtown in all it’s strung out, wackiness. But I especially love learning about the occasional constants that sometimes make the place feel just a little more like home.