New Digs, New Walk

I just moved to Ward’s Island, a short ferry ride away from downtown Toronto.[image error]
My husband and I first began dreaming of living and raising our four children on the island when they were little. We paid our annual dues and were on the purchaser’s list for twenty-three years before we got the phone call. That’s a long time to wait for a dream.
In the last six years whenever the renewal form arrived we’d reconsider staying on the list. We’d moan, “We’re getting older.” Then we’d laugh. “So what!”...