For the first few weeks in Toronto we stayed with my cousin in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area). During this time we took the bus into the city to find an apartment and, once a place was found that we liked (it had to have a park nearby for the children to play in), we began buying items for our new place. We had arrived with only our suitcases and therefore had only clothing to fill our closets. Mattresses were bought; a sofa was organised; a dining table was given to us by my cousin’s friend; cutlery and crockery was given to us by my cousin’s wife; a broom and cleaning essentials were added to our stash; and a few grocery items were put in a box.
We moved into our new home on a Saturday morning. I was grateful for the extra hands that hung up donated curtains and made up the beds for the children. I was pleased to see the creation of a bedroom for my stepson in the living area with the use of wooden partitions. The shower curtain I had bought was hung up, and the cupboards were filled. The place was a hum of activity as our new home was set up.
The evening arrived and we were left alone. The five of us sat on our single sofa and looked at our new home. The rooms were empty of knick-knacks, the curtains too long, and the walls were bare. This was the place where we would begin our new lives and from which we would experience living in the city.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014