Without much hope I went on the website looking for an accessible apartment. The older we both get, the more we really need a place that we are safe in. I was surprised to find that there was one available, it wasn’t where we were looking, it wasn’t where we had planned to live, but none of that mattered. It was available. We called and set an appointment and Joe went up yesterday to see the place and talk to them about it. He came down in the afternoon and took me up.

We’ve been here before, looking at accessible apartments and being told that the wait list was very long and, in fact we’ve been near 10 years on the wait list in Toronto. I didn’t really want to go because I really didn’t want to get my hopes up. Once there, we were shown around an apartment that was fully accessible and had everything I need to be safe and secure. There are bars where there should be bars, there are ramps where there should be ramps, there are doorways wide enough to accommodate a wheelchair.

In short it was wonderful.

I asked about the process and waited for the long answer.

Instead we were told that our application, which Joe had filled out in the morning, had been accepted and, if we wanted it, we had a new home.

A new home!

The poor woman had no idea what the impact of that would be on me. I sat in my chair and I just started to cry. I was sitting in a place that would meet my needs as a wheelchair user. I would no longer feel terror when showering. I would no longer have to be only a semi-participant in cooking, which I love to do. I would be able to use every square foot of the place. They even have a lovely ramp into a back yard. I can go outside!

Joe and I quickly agreed and we went over and signed papers and we get the apartment on June 1st and expect to take the month to move and be living there on July 1st. Dominion Day!

We were reeling with the speed of this, we’d waited forever and now this moved so quickly that our heads were swimming as we tried to adjust ourselves to the idea.

Nope, not where we planned to be.

Nope, don’t care.

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