Thursday, April 6

300 ft - revisited

I may have finally found a place to live (and love)!
All going well with the credit check, that is.
(Oh please don't let those two unpaid parking tickets, maxed out VISA card, low paying job, and newly lost debit card stop me from a great residence situation!)

I'm not so sure about the actual sq footage, but I'm sure it's not much.
It's a suite in a large house from the 1920's (with almost 30 people living there!), in a great location, with hard wood floors, 3 huge windows, a small kitchen, a small bathroom, a mirror where a fireplace used to be, a stove and oven, and a bar ledge (and a bar fridge). AND it would be all ...by...myself.
I have never lived by myself.
I would like to take the oppurtunity now to recollect my residential past
(and maybe be able to portay the happiness I feel for finally feeling like I may have found a place to stay for a while!).

3 years ago...

April 2003- June (
Victoria, BC): back from Thailand and very poor -- that's what I rememeber of my time then.

June - August (
Port McNeill, BC): I live in a dumpy apartment that DFO set up for me with my co-worker. I miss the salmonberries.

September - December 2003 (
Magog, QC): I'm living with my friends Sebastien and Valerie and Valerie's sister Christine Boudrias. Christine is an olympic speed skater (I just like saying that because I think it makes me feel cooler. You know, cooler by association). My door is a drape, my bed takes up the whole space and one wall is at a 45 degrees angle. I could see a beautiful church tower from my window.

January - May 2004 (
Vancouver, BC): I'm living in my parents house. It's not so bad though because they live in Belgium and I live with my brother and sister. They bought it to invest their money (they're renting in Antwerp) and to help out with my siblings rent. My room was in the basement and I could touch the ceilings.

May - August 31st (
Duncan, BC): I have a 100 sq foot "room" with one wall consisting of a blue tarp seperating me from the pool room. My roomates (and landlords) are my old friend Jeff and his new wife Brandi, who spent most of their summer in Yukon. There is a beautiful river nearby with a family of beavers and a telephone to keep me company. I'm pretty sure I may have made a social faux-pas while living here, as I have yet to hear from them since I moved out :)

September 1 - September 10 (
Victoria, BC): Probably a week and a half total in a house that continuously smelled like hamburgers. I 'm not a clean person but this place was so dirty that I couldn't use anything in the kitchen without scrubbing it for 5 minutes. Needless to say, there were 3 other older single men who lived there quite contently.

September 11th - December 15 2004: I moved into a lovely upper suite with this guy, Jesse, and later on Flora from France. I moved into this place because two good friends of mine, Loryn and Cris, used to live in that exact same suite. I loved the view, my room and the hardwood floors. Plus, it was two blocks away from the Cook St. Fantastico coffee shop. Jesse turned out to be creepy and never gave me my full damage deposit back...

January 2005 - June 1 (
Everywhere, BC): I spent a lot of time on the road - two weeks in Vacouver, two weeks in Vernon, 2 weeks in Vancouver, 1 week on the Island, 3 weeks in the North... I stored my stuff at my parents house.

June 1 - October 1 (
Vancouver, BC): I moved into my parents house full time. The summer was busy with two weddings, so I barely noticed that my mom was there for most of it. Come the end of wedding season though I was feeling stir crazy. There was a period where we had mice.

October 1 2005- March 1 2006: I moved into a room in a house because a) I needed out of my parent's home and b) it was cheap ($350!). My bedroom was one of 2 bedrooms in a basement suite where the kitchen was drab, the place was dark, and the living room had been converted into a third bedroom. I lived with two guys: Craig, who had an opposite schedule than me, and Gord, who I never had to see because he was on tour or at his girlfriend's home for most of the winter season. By January though, Gord hadn't moved out like he promised and was helping me avoid my place more than ever. My dislike for Gord grew and my need to leave came to head when he offered no help after my slit-wrist-broken-window incident (another story). I house-sat for James a lot.

March 1- current: I have a duffel bag and a laundry basket of possesions tucked into a corner at James' condo. At least I love the roomates.

11 moves in 3 years.
I may have gotten ahead of myself, but here's hoping I can stop moving and start being still.

2 comments:

Dawn and Fred plus one said...

Fingers crossed! I am looking for a place of my own too, and like you, I don't care how big (or small) it is...good luck!

Anonymous said...

I'm sure you'll get it... they can't except a *that* high of a credit rating...

Dissapointed we didn't talk about Victoria living situtations...how soon we forget... :)