Sesame Street

I was just over a year old when Sesame Street aired its first episode. Sesame Street was so much a part of my childhood I feel almost as if the Sesame Street gang were part of my family. I learned to count with The Count and was always frustrated when Big Bird never got to see the Snuffaluffagus. I was delighted by the antics of Ernie and Bert and was absolutely in love with Maria, Bob and the delightfully gentle Mr. Hooper.5c21eaee-a292-4b66-84f4-45a59fdc0860

I think my idea of community and neighborhood came from my Sesame Street days and I always dreamed of living on a street like theirs.

Flash forward a few decades and I live in an old and charming neighbourhood. The houses are brick, the architecture is striking and the people are wonderful. Our neighbourhood is bisected by a High Street that boasts an art gallery, a butcher, a bakery, a health food store, a book store, a library, craft stores, cafes, and restaurants.

There are dogs and strollers and old people and young people. We have street festivals and a Farmer’s Market in the warm months. And everyone is on foot so it feels accessible and friendly. It feels like community. It feels like home.

I ran a workshop this morning in Toronto and hopped a 12:30pm GoBus home. The bus dropped me off at the top of the High Street and, with my suitcase in tow, I set off on the six block walk for home.

And in my six block walk, I had a visit with my favourite Barrista, Kate, at Starbucks. I popped into the Health Food store to get some organic red peppers for dinner and had a chat with my buddy, Nadia. And then, just as I was rounding the corner for home, I bumped into our butcher, Chris, and talked about my workshops and meal plans for the weekend.

As I arrived home I realized that I had a great big smile on my face and a warm glow in my heart. And a familiar old song was tugging at my memory; ‘these are the people in your neighbourhood, in your neighbourhood, in your neighbourhood. Yes, these are the people in your neighbourhood, they’re the people that you meet each day.’

And then it hit me…I live on Sesame Street. And, I just couldn’t be happier about it!big-bird

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