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The good news: I finally found a place to live. I've been waiting to move out on my own for a while. I like my roommates well enough, but at some point you just want to be able to walk around naked, drinking juice from the carton and watching "Commando" at will in the living room. Finding an apartment within walking distance of my new job, which is sort of on the cusp of becoming the Plateau, proved... distressing at best. All the decent places have been carved up by hipsters with their lederhosen and their adorable haircuts, and after seeing one too many cramped shacks priced to move at 800 freaking dollars, I gave up walking to work and/or being trendy.
After tossing my leggings in the garbage, I headed out to Verdun and Hochelaga/Maisonneuve. I've liked living in Pt. St. Charles, but it's way too residential for me right now. I need stores and restos! Well, I found a place out by the Frontenac metro station, almost where Hochelaga/Maisonneuve begins. So, those stores are going to be the Salvation Army, and those restos are going to be strip clubs, but that's kind of awesome. I'll have a 2 bedroom apartment with lots of light all to myself and my cat, and am prepared to learn French or at least valuable swear words to get people to back off.
The bad news: Oh my God, I have to pack. I already junked a whole bunch of stuff, or at least farmed boxes of books out to my parents, but I still have SO MUCH STUFF. Like, I don't even remember *why* I bought some of the things, and I don't know how to get rid of them. I know we live in a decadent consumer society, but the sheer amount of my stationary is still ridiculous.
And, I'm moving on the 1st, so it's been impossible to get a moving truck and I don't get the day off, so it looks like I'm moving on the 4th and couch surfing until then.
After tossing my leggings in the garbage, I headed out to Verdun and Hochelaga/Maisonneuve. I've liked living in Pt. St. Charles, but it's way too residential for me right now. I need stores and restos! Well, I found a place out by the Frontenac metro station, almost where Hochelaga/Maisonneuve begins. So, those stores are going to be the Salvation Army, and those restos are going to be strip clubs, but that's kind of awesome. I'll have a 2 bedroom apartment with lots of light all to myself and my cat, and am prepared to learn French or at least valuable swear words to get people to back off.
The bad news: Oh my God, I have to pack. I already junked a whole bunch of stuff, or at least farmed boxes of books out to my parents, but I still have SO MUCH STUFF. Like, I don't even remember *why* I bought some of the things, and I don't know how to get rid of them. I know we live in a decadent consumer society, but the sheer amount of my stationary is still ridiculous.
And, I'm moving on the 1st, so it's been impossible to get a moving truck and I don't get the day off, so it looks like I'm moving on the 4th and couch surfing until then.