Contemplating homelessness on a housing tour

On Sept. 28, there was a stain on my shirt.

To clarify, it was a pretty big stain – coffee I think – and I’d thrown the shirt on and ran out the door without noticing it. As I sat on a step on the paved forecourt at Regent Park Boulevard and Dundas Street East and listened to the How We House speakers, I finally spotted it. And I immediately felt self-conscious, perhaps even a little embarrassed. So, as if holding my hand to my heart during the national anthem, I placed it there to cover it. About 10 minutes later, I remembered the windbreaker in my backpack, so I put it on, even though the morning was warming up.