Saturday, July 12th, 2003
This I Don't Need
Went to see two more apartments today. The first was the farthest one I’ve considered to date, and as I was cycling up there and realizing just how far out it was, I decided it was time to sit down and re-evaluate my criteria for a place to live. The place itself was *okay*, but the area felt like the north end of Hamilton for some reason, and I don’t much care for the north end of Hamilton. And it really was far – probably a 15 to 20 minute walk to a subway station. I can do better than that.
Like the second place I looked at – you could see Bathurst station from the porch. The location was the best imaginable, right in the middle of everything, but off the main streets just enough to be quiet. The landlady was very nice, the price was reasonable for what was offered. So why aren’t I taking it? Short answer is it’s too small. It’s the main floor of a small house, and there are no closets. No storage. You couldn’t call it a one-bedroom, there was just what used to be the living room and dining room. The kitchen and bathroom were about as small as you could get while still fitting in all the appliances and whatnot. I think the kitchen was the kicker – you had to turn sideways to squeeze between the refrigerator and the countertop. It’s a shame, because there were a lot of positives about it, but the negatives weren’t fixable and I wouldn’t be able to get past them. And so we keep looking. This whole rigamarole is wearing me down, let me tell you.
Sandwiched between looking at apartments, I went to see a play at the Fringe Festival – this one was called Leggs Over Easy, featuring sketch comedy by the Scrambled Leggs troupe. It was alright – a few real prize moments and a lot of just okay ones. They were well received, though, and show potential.
Tonight, after I take a little nap and digest the sushi I had for dinner, it’s off to an indie-pop night called The Stolen Wine Social. It’s probably the same thing as the International Colouring Contest was, and every other indie pop night in the city, but it’ll be some decent music and get me out of the house, so that’s a good thing.
The Catbirdseat strikes again! Hipster Bingo. This stuff is gold.
np – Starflyer 59 / Old