I just got off the phone with the Super from Hogarth (see, I was ordained to live there: Hogarth is the kid from Iron Giant). I got the place after all the hoops I had to jump through to get it. Whew!
They say there is nothing more stressful than to move house but I feel that this is an open door, as it were. I will miss the bungalow on Boulton but it did hold some bad memories from the last two years: giving up my two cats, my money struggles into bankruptcy and Vancouver Mike’s departure. The whole time I lived there I felt like I was in someone else’s house, even though it was packed to the rafters with my stuff. I can say Boulton was my “downtime” for the last couple years.
Now I am really looking forward to living on my own. My goodness! The toilet seat is dirty! Who is to blame? ME! Yay! These dishes? Oh, right, they’re mine! May I walk from my bed to loo nude? Certainly!
Anyone got a van?
0 thoughts on “Moving House”
hummm
guess I won’t have to wash the sofa bed sheets after all.
🙂
Congrats
Living alone rules.
I was the best roommate I ever had, I never bitched, never made unpleasant noises or smells. I only ate my food and drank my beer, never came staggering home drunk at three in the morning waking myself up vomiting.
I was late with rent a few times but I spent the money on drugs and videogames so I totally understood.
Hands are good. Come get the rest of your crap!
Ha!
Congrats on the new home, young Tedly. New chapter, new cleaning schedule, etc etc. And, I don’t have a van, sorry. Need another pair of hands though?