Walking in to work this morning it was a blistering--as in frostbite-- -20C. In all of a week, I'll never have to/get to do that again. The homestead is done, the inspection is forthcoming and the move is in 8 days.
I'm ready to move. I think I am anyway. Givin' up the "urban" lifestyle for a home in the arse-end of the city. Givin' up paying for my landlord's Escalade for a sense of ownership. Givin' up the pleasure of stepping over the alcohol soaked bodies of the over indulgent in the front foyer to dodging out of the way of errant toddlers on Big Wheels. Puttin' away childish things... well, not my toys or comics. They're, um, collectable. Yeah, collectable.
Only thing I'm gonna miss is having a porn shop a block from my home. That's gonna suck.
I'm ready to move. I think I am anyway. Givin' up the "urban" lifestyle for a home in the arse-end of the city. Givin' up paying for my landlord's Escalade for a sense of ownership. Givin' up the pleasure of stepping over the alcohol soaked bodies of the over indulgent in the front foyer to dodging out of the way of errant toddlers on Big Wheels. Puttin' away childish things... well, not my toys or comics. They're, um, collectable. Yeah, collectable.
Only thing I'm gonna miss is having a porn shop a block from my home. That's gonna suck.