Finding Joy
I lost one community, only to find another
Evicted from my Upper Thomson condo by a collective sale, I greeted my new home with resentment. Then came the neighbours, early morning walks and a dog named Google.
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The main tower of Thomson View, the writer's old home, with tarpaulin cladding reaching ever higher, like a shroud being pulled up.
ST PHOTO: RAVI VELLOOR
Last week, I drove to my old home, a condominium in Upper Thomson Road. I am not quite certain why I did so since, as expected, I was not allowed onto the premises. But, like one visiting a dear friend in his last days, when there is little to say and so much to remember, somehow it was the physical presence that mattered.
For a few minutes, I stood outside the gate, looking up towards the 25th-floor apartment that was my home for a little more than a quarter century. Then, as a nervous-looking guard approached, I turned on my heel, re-entered the car and drove away.
