From the first time we saw our home and stared in awe at the most absurd hill (the only hill) the city has to offer, we knew it was meant for us.  Our 1920’s house sits on 1/3rd of an acre and has its own micro forest.  If it wasn’t for our skyline view, the roar of traffic, weekly summer parties, sirens, firecrackers, train whistles, and the smother of the occasional jet,  we would completely forget where we are.  Yet it’s because of where we are that we call it home.  Home is our urban farm, Lakeshore Hill.