WWJD on moving day?

PASHA MALLA Special to The Globe and Mail Hot weather does something to me, something awful. As the full moon transforms the werewolf, so do I become a monster once the mercury climbs past 25 degrees. If I'm going to act reprehensibly, I'd rather do it someplace where nobody knows me. So every summer, I flee Toronto like some sweaty, migratory bird. I'm also cheap. Travelling, for me, is a lot more cost-effective than paying air-conditioning bills and the invariable hush payments that would come with a summer in the city. Subletting has always struck me as the renter's equivalent of wife-swapping, so this past July 1, I gave up my Riverdale apartment; with nothing to tie me down, I figured I was free to cut loose and run. Abetting my plan was my sister, Cara, who had conveniently just moved back to Toronto after three years... [read full story]