We live next door to my parents, not literally next door but close. We fell asleep one day and woke up in a condo in Oakville. We're on the seventh floor, there's a pool in the basement you can swim in all day going nowhere.

This is the first place we've owned. It's a little over a thousand square feet, with some hardwood flooring, 2 bedrooms, and 9 foot ceilings. As you enter through it's only door you step into an L shaped foyer with large square ceramic tiles under your feet. Before you is a door leading to the storage area holding a washer and dryer. As you turn right you enter the large main room, 20 feet by 15 feet.

The opposite wall is floor to ceiling window with a door opening onto our balcony. The door to the small galley kitchen is to the left. The two bedrooms and bathroom are beyond the remaining 3 doors. The large master bedroom has it's own bathroom with one of those deep soaker bathtubs.

It's a nice place, we like it. We're trying to sell it. It's being shown, as I write this, to a potential buyer. I'm sure they're going to buy it from us. It's strange to find ourselves here, in an elevator building in Oakville.

When I was 13 my father took me on a fishing trip to Algonquin park. Our boat was a blue fifteen and a half foot bow rider with a 140 horsepower Evinrude motor teetering on it's back. We met my fathers friends at their house near the park entrance and stayed the night in a motel. We put the boats in the water early the next morning.

That morning I stood around in the early light trying to stay out of the grown ups way as they prepared for departure. I shivered and watched my breath float away. This jacket wasn't warm enough and my dad knew it.

"Here, I've got an extra coat in the trunk" he offered. I did my best to put him off. I had no interest in spending the next couple of days wearing his goofy oversized jacket.

"I'm fine" I plead.

"You're shivering, put the coat on, no one cares what you look like."

There's a picture of me somewhere in my parent's condo in the building next to ours. I'm wearing a huge blue jacket and an equally oversized hat. I'm holding up one of the many fish we caught. I look like I've tried to squeeze myself into someone elses idea of me. This condo is that goofy jacket. It's a fine jacket, it keeps me warm, I enjoy it and I'm thankful to have it. I didn't, however, choose it. It's really not my jacket.

I start a job in Waterloo this Monday. It'll be an hour drive each way until we move. We're moving back to Guelph. It's a decision we've made.