Moving. I hate it. I really do. I would love to be like Ryan and Corrie and find that house that you know you will be in forever. That might sound boring to some people, but when you have moved at least 17 times in your life, it sounds really dreamy. We aren’t going to be here forever, that’s for sure, but for the next year, it will be ok. I have never lived in a building with an elevator before, so that’s fun, and I have also never lived higher than the third story. I love the balcony here, even without anything to sit upon, and I sit out on it in the morning with my coffee.
Here’s the view straight on:
That might make it seem awful, but it really isn’t. There’s also this view, when you look down:
Being above the tree line makes the city look nice. I bet it will only improve with snow.
Other views, to the left, looking at High Park, another straight on view, and the skyline on a cloudy day.
Looks great. I would like to live on top of the city, but my hometown isn’t known for it’s skyline :).
Now a stupid question: How do you dry your laundry? Do you have a washroom for it in the house, or do you put it all into the loundry dryer or do you have to dry it in one of your flat rooms? I don’t own a dryer and the laundry is a problem, at least in winter, when my kitchen turns into a laundry room.
Oh, well, there’s a laundromat in the basement, washers and dryers. In the lease agreement we were told that we were NOT allowed to use the balcony to dry clothes, but I say the hell with that. I have a drying rack that hasn’t actually been moved yet, but it will be put to use, especially for swim suits and towels.
You know, there are all kinds of funny rules here about stuff and no one seems to mind them at all…