In my former home province of Québec, Montréal residents are pushing couches and fridges up those twisty death trap staircases. In the 4 years I lived in Montréal, I never had to move on what Québécois call Moving Day. There, if you decide on a moving date other than July 1st, you’re responsible for finding a new tenant to take over whatever remains of your lease.
It’s weird, I know.
Continue reading “Red and White Day.”
Yesterday, I decided to roam my original neighbourhood of North Park for a rush of nostalgia. Here, I occupied the same building for the entirety of the four or so years I first lived in Victoria (2004-2008). The building was in the early stages of decay: the hardwood floors were so trashed that they’d frequently implant your soles with shards of wood; the rear balcony was missing wooden boards and was on the verge of collapsing; the windows wouldn’t stay open without being propped up by assorted objects (mainly dollar store candle holders).
Do you think my former neighbours had rock art gardens? Oh, no.
Continue reading “Second impression.”
The forecast called for a full week of sunshine. It was also the first week I was scheduled to work five days which meant no all-day bike rides or campfires.
Last Monday, in the morning, a building in the proximity of my workplace was set ablaze. I wasn’t scheduled to work, but Yann was. I was able to pinpoint his location as the smoke that was billowing from downtown was visible from our apartment.
Continue reading “Impromptu vacation.”
Today I spent an hour looking for the perfect t-shirt design. Thousands of choices yet none have been good enough to reach the checkout stage of online shopping. I could give up and go monochromatic, but my wardrobe is depressing enough as-is. That’s the convenient thing about tattoos: you decide on one design to wear for life!
I do like that my t-shirt design indecisiveness is currently my biggest concern. Yann and I are finally sleeping at least 12 inches elevated off the floor. Before Tuesday, we were sleeping on a mattress topper which was kindly loaned to us by Kristina. Compared to sleeping on 20-inch wide sleeping pads, which was our original plan, sleeping on this memory foam mattress topper was like sleeping on a cloud.
Along with a new bed, we also got a Cushioned Communal Seating Unit (CCSU, or as known by its common name: sofa). The cats were instantly fond of the new sofa for the texture of the fabric feels great in between their claws.
Continue reading “Contaminating the new place with my personality.”