As a kid growing up in this neighbourhood, I used to wonder at all the streets with similar names: Soo Chow Walk, Soo Chow Way, Soo Chow Drive, Soo Chow View, Soo Chow Rise. It never occurred to me at the time that this was just street planners being systematic about the way they named streets in an estate. I liked to imagine that each of these streets was a parallel universe. Somewhere, in one of these other houses, was a family just like mine, with parents just like mine, and siblings just like mine.
Years later, I would browse Instagram, looking for other photos taken in the neighbourhood, and it would freak me out a little to see that there were so many other people, living they normal, mundane, everyday lives here, just like I was. It made perfect sense, of course. Other people exist. Duh. But it still felt strange, like a violation, almost. Turns out I shared this place I thought of as home with all these other people I didn't know.