I’m sitting here alone, fingers tapping away, trying to keep warm in the chilly basement of a six-bedroom house. Six months ago, my husband and I carted our two kids and newborn baby here to Toronto, barreling across North America in a minivan, our possessions flooding the trunk and lining the space between seats.
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