An Afternoon on the Town

My husband and I talked all summer about going to Koreatown, which is within easy, TTC-accessible distance of us and is the site of a few of my favourite stores, one of my favourite parks, and, importantly, a Baskin-Robbins. In other words, a trifecta of happiness.

This must’ve been the fourth or fifth Sunday in a row we had active plans to make a trip there. This time, we actually followed through, and it went better than I could’ve anticipated. The bus ride—my first in my wheelchair—was really smooth; I used a gift certificate to buy beautiful cards that I spent way too long choosing; I managed to escape the bookstore with only one paperback; and we ran out of time for Baskin-Robbins, but I made up for it by consuming half a pint of ice cream when we got home. We talked about normal life stuff. It was great.

At a certain point, I observed that it had been a year and a half, if not longer, since I’d visited that particular stretch of Bloor St. W., which used to be a regular destination. Sunday afternoon felt like a reclamation of what was and now is again. For both me and my husband, it was a huge morale and confidence booster.

I’ve been riding a “life’s good if you let it be” high lately, and while I recognize that I’ve been relentless in posting about it, I probably won’t stop because I’ve worked damned hard to get where I am, and I might as well obnoxiously enjoy the fruits of my labour. Sure, plenty of downs still accompany the ups. I’m choosing, though, to focus on the glory of every little win.