I'm sitting on the floor of my Toronto apt. The movers left about an hour ago and aside from some water bottles, some red paint and some dents on the walls...you'd never know I had ever been here. Moving kicks up a lot of dust and I coughed and the echo was amazing. Without furniture this place is like a drywall canyon. Of course it reminded me of when I first moved in... I got the job on QAF while I was shooting "Dude, Where's my Car?" and I didn't know till two days before that doing the show meant relocating to Toronto... I figured that if I HAD to move to a strange city I would do it on my terms. They were only putting us up in a hotel for two weeks... so while shooting the first episode the entire cast were also apt. hunting.... always an adventure, even if you weren't in a semi-foreign country working on a new show so controversial that even the network who hired you didn't know if it would ever air...gooood times...
I wanted a place near Chinatown - check
I wanted a new place - check
I wanted a high floor - check
I wanted exposed ducts and other coold lofty things - check (p.s. highly overrated)
I wanted to stay in it the run of the show...aaaaannnddd...check
As I think of all the life that poured out of me in this space I have a hard time believing it's real. How many times I laughed, cried, fumed, fought, meditated and healed here. And yet in the end I feel good just letting go and returning home. I guess it's close to what military people feel when they are stationed at a base somewhere.. no matter how well you adjust, how much you learn the neighborhood, the language, the people... it's still never home.
I'm so excited to move on to the next chapter in my life, my career, my friendships...
It just feels good....
On a less poetic note... I think I should get a major cleaning crew in here because 5 years, 3 girlfriends and umpteen random dates later, even though I am a bit of a cleaning nut... I'm sure this place is a DNA goldmine... I'd hate to see it under a flourescent light....
Or maybe I've been watching too much CSI
Aaaaahhh memories...
I wanted a place near Chinatown - check
I wanted a new place - check
I wanted a high floor - check
I wanted exposed ducts and other coold lofty things - check (p.s. highly overrated)
I wanted to stay in it the run of the show...aaaaannnddd...check
As I think of all the life that poured out of me in this space I have a hard time believing it's real. How many times I laughed, cried, fumed, fought, meditated and healed here. And yet in the end I feel good just letting go and returning home. I guess it's close to what military people feel when they are stationed at a base somewhere.. no matter how well you adjust, how much you learn the neighborhood, the language, the people... it's still never home.
I'm so excited to move on to the next chapter in my life, my career, my friendships...
It just feels good....
On a less poetic note... I think I should get a major cleaning crew in here because 5 years, 3 girlfriends and umpteen random dates later, even though I am a bit of a cleaning nut... I'm sure this place is a DNA goldmine... I'd hate to see it under a flourescent light....
Or maybe I've been watching too much CSI
Aaaaahhh memories...
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azrael_abyss:
I saw that you were on my friend SurfBetty's list and I figured that if anyone could enjoy what I found today at my parents house, it would be you...
noctem:
Hmmmm....Interesting. It's always a big step to move forward like that, but it's usually for the best. Hope the move goes well and smooth for you. Oh, and man, if you have a flourescent light, try it in a hotel room sometime. You'll never touch anything in the room again. That is scary. Late....