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Category Archives: Moving
I’m sorry I’ve been away, Minions, but life has been full-tilt of late. Since the last time I wrote and now, I’ve gotten a lot more of my belongings packed, and took a three-day trip to find my new home. Which is to say, soon I’ll be living in a new and awesome space. It’s not [...]
It was a dark and snowy morning when writergirl hit a block halfway through her blog post and said fuck that shit, and started from scratch. *** A week into Arcticapalooza 2012 here in Vancouver, and nothing about leaving the house is appealing. Tragically, the French press bottomed out on inky black gold some time [...]
Well, it’s all coming down. Another 10 days, and I can start looking in earnest for March 1st rentals in Victoria. Holy choices-to-make, Batman! Here’s what I know. I know roughly where I want to live. And while I’m working from home, I want to be less than 15 minutes’ walk to my local gym, [...]
My apartment is a wide chasm between growing seas of boxes. Each end of my apartment has a mounting assortment of boxes or things I’m to purge. In those boxes is everything from my Christmas crap through to college books I loved. It’s all there. Boxed and boxed and boxed. I hear the Weeds theme on a [...]