I have come to the conclusion that there can be no job in the world worse than being a mover. To have to move someone every single working day must be pure hell. You know that if I woke up one day and God said.."your new job is a moving person"...there would be much stomping of feet, crossing of arms, dino'ing to nth degree and just plain refusal to abide. Well, second worse to being a moving man, is to actually be the person who has moved. Anybody who knows me, knows that I have to be organized or I get crazy, not to mention bitchy. And I want that perfect order....yesterday!
Although, all along I have refused to use the term "moving", the fact is... I am living here and therefore, however temporary, I have "moved." The condo we are in has the potential to be very nice. It does have its quirks..... but overall those just makes me think of its original owner and smile. Well, except for the pedestal sinks...a word to the wise...no matter how cheap they are on sale..never put pedestal sinks in anything other than a powder room.
In North America when a developer builds new homes they get a name... if Scott and Heather's is "The Oakville" ours seems to be " Animal House" Heather walked in the other night while the stereo was blaring with the TV on, and pronounced my new style as 80's ghetto dorm! I prefer to think of it as "minimalist." While they were loading a container with every amenity known to man, my head was somewhere else and I threw a few things into 6 boxes. For example, I have a barbeque set courtesy of the Toronto Maple Leafs but no barbeque. I packed 2, count them 2, plastic pitchers but only 2 towels. I have a printer but no paper and if Sue T.B. finds herself in St. Kitts this May, I have lots of 40th birthday napkins! Well, you get the picture!
The "Oakville" with its warm living room. "Animal House" with its minimalist charm.
Ok.. its hard to tell the difference in kitchens from these pictures, but you will just have to believe me.
An appetizing dining room. or........ Golf balls, anyone?
Ok..now you can see where I live, where was I going with all of this? Oh ya...The night we left Toronto I was in a panic about getting a magnifying mirror. BTW how can anyone say that there is no God when something there is something as miraculous as the fact that women start losing their eyesight just about the time that wrinkles start appearing? You can explain away a lot with the evolution theory but really...how do it do ?
Anyway, after taking a shower the other morning I promptly dried myself with one of the aforementioned new towels, went about getting dressed and looked into the miror in the bathroom. Now I cant see 2 feet in front of me but I could see that there was something resembling little black hairs randomly sticking out of my face. Scott told me that hair grows at a rapid pace down here but holy shit! The problem was that even with the glasses on I couldnt see exactly what the problem was but I knew that the 10x life mirror and some tweezers were definitely in order. But where the hell were they??? Like my packing technique, this place has great closets but no dressers. There must have been a sale on bed side tables though..they are everywhere. In my rush to get organized I had made myself more disorganized and time was at the essence..the fur could be multiplying! Where had I seen that...whats more, where had I put it??? About half an hour and much cursing later, the mirror was located and ... I looked and no...not fur....little flecks of navy terry cloth from the towel and I started to laugh. Its moving, its disorganized, its stressful but it wasnt fur and its not the end of the world.
Besides, I can just walk across the bedroom, open the door and look at the view. It puts so much into perspective.
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