When we first moved to Vancouver, we rented a lovely if crumbly old apartment on Cambie Street. I was delighted to finally live the urban fantasy of my rural-suburban childhood. The name of a city in my address block. Not a suburb near a city. The city itself. Chicago. New York. Vancouver.
Then I got pregnant, and more practical considerations came into view. A second bedroom. In-suite laundry. I’d never thought of these things before. All I wanted was to live with Joel, in the city.