i'm reflecting on the current days past since we moved in. i still really don't feel like writing anything down. it's as if all my energy were sapped in the effort of moving here.
right now there is a gash in the wall at the ceiling. it was a water bubble that formed after the recent rains. they are coming to repair it today at some point. it's like waiting for the cable guy. who ever gets the guy at his first appointment of the day, i wonder because i never do.
there are tradeoffs when moving into any new space, but when you are a tenant and not an owner the compromises are that much greater. some you don't see when you eagerly (or reluctantly) sign on the dotted line. we are experiencing a spate of cons at the moment, some of them will pass and others we'll have to learn to live with.
our apartment is spacious and came with its own storage locker. shaun has managed a careful spatial choreography to get everything we can't accommodate in our living space. at the old place we would have had to pay for the privilege so our tiny den served as storage space albeit neatly arranged to look like an office and music room.
we are closer to downtown vancouver with just a single train ride taking us right downtown and the other route getting us to commercial drive faster and more reliably than the 20 bus ever did. where we are is fairly central to anywhere and everywhere and a definite plus.
we have a herd of wild elephants living above us (a child with astonishingly heavy feet who apparently doesn't get in enough running around time in the park across the street). we've done the old broom handle to the ceiling a few times. maybe with time it will become part of the background noise.
as part of the whole "crime free" mandate enforced and advertised on a lot of buildings, marijuana use is prohibited. we've already received the heavy handed reminder about the rules and regs, and it does make us shake our heads a bit. after all, how could it be conclusively proven. as part of the objective, there are supposed periodic suite inspections, which i will not submit to, even though i said i would. it is an invasion of privacy. period. end of story. i'm not going to go all mark emery since i don't even smoke pot or anything at all, but the whole notion bothers me. it is strange how otherwise law abiding citizens that partake now and again are lumped in with hardcore users and criminals.
there's no way the both of us grown adults can fit in the bathroom at the same time unless one of us is using the tub, but we solved the litter box problem. it now resides in the tub when no one is using it. fortunately, bijou doesn't mind getting her paws wet to use her box. smart one, our little girl.
so the wall just needs to be fixed so we can put the apartment back together again and start dressing it up. 12:30. whatever dude comes to do he's got to get it fixed in 4 and a half hours. hmmm....