As we headed back to Toronto, my Mom and I decided to drive by the old apartment one more time. "It looks pretty much the same…" she said, which is exactly what I thought the first time I saw it on April 1st of this year. It still seems strange to me to think that someone else is living there. Thinking about it now, I'm glad that I didn't run into whoever currently inhabits their apartment during these 14 weeks. In this instance, I'm content to live with my memories instead of facing the reality of the present day.