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Hi. Started this Journal thingie. I'll bet that nobody really cares, but hey. I guess I will just have to please my self. I will probably be pretty neat to look back in a few months at this. Don't you think?

I recently moved to Downtown Toronto from Scarborough (or Scarboro- ugh! as I mistakenly discovered one day). For those unfamiliar, Scarborough is a suburb of Toronto on the east side.

I have a decent job, a decent apartment, a wonderful girlfriend (wife... she lives with me), and a car which always seems to need something fixed. Oh yeah... I forgot my dog. Mortie, or Mortimer, named after the street I grew up on. He's a Great Pyrenees, but usually more like a great pain-in-the-ass!

I enjoy traveling. I go south of the border most often. I've visited 32 of the 48 Continental United States, but travel to Europe at least once a year. I have a lot of family over seas in Holland so it's always easy to stay with a cousin or uncle or aunt. I love it there and I am lucky enough to have spent enough time there to learn the language and make friends there. But no matter where I go, what I see, or who I visit, there is no place like home.

Which is exactly where this journal of exploration starts. Home.

Amazing... Who would have thought, My apartment building by St.Clair Subway Station as a place to explore? You bet. And it all started about 6 months ago when the Superintendant of my building left the boiler room unlocked.

Originally I was reluctant to explore it. I mean Freddy Kruger could've lived there, or the Super could have set up some sort of prison camp there for tenants who are in arrears of rent. I mean this place was CREEPY. I've explored derelict buildings, construction sites, buildings in use, and even the odd drain. But at the time it seemed nothing was more exciting that that boiler room. There is just something about old machinery and old scrap plumbing and electrical parts that just seem to pull at my curiosity. Especially knowing that getting caught was fairly easy.

I was an avid urban explorer in the past but my interest was on the wane for quite some time. I simply had to put it a side for a bit due to professional and academic reasons. That was my chance to pull it back together. No more excuses... no studying for classes, no walking the dog, no watching 'Desperate Housewives' with the wife. No... Instead I continue to explore. From the skeleton of that condominium being built across the street to the old ruins of a Mall on Warden Av. where we used to go as kids to see movies (it's gone now... too bad I couldn't get any photos of that one before the abatement crew tore the ceiling out). That was it. They call me, Places I am not supposed to be. 'Authorized Personnel Only' and 'No Trespassing' are a ringing telephone waiting to be answered. I just couldn't take any calls for a while.

So, de Vliegende Hollander's lines are now open. Again!

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