I Need To Get Out.

This used to be my home. I felt comfortable here, it was my own private sanctuary against the injustices of modern day life. A haven. Now it’s a trap. The rooms are smaller than they used to be, and there is not enough space to stand. Every day the walls shift and move a little […]

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Right, So About That…

Surrounded by half-filled cardboard boxes, a layer of dust settling on everything, I’ve decided I need a break. Today has been more productive than the entire months of August and September combined, and I feel cautiously optimistic about it. I washed a month’s worth of smelly dishes, did a month’s worth of smelly laundry, and […]

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Forward Is The Only Way.

When I pack my moderately-priced duffel bag in preparation for one of my routine trips to crash with family, I prefer to wedge my clothes in tiny balls. I convince myself it somehow saves space, and the trick worked wonders when I relocated from NL to ON way back in the summer of 2000. I […]

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In Pursuit Of Nesting.

It would appear I’m not very good at having a place to call home. I lack nesting skills. When I first moved in with my boyfriend, I was very good at nesting. I brought all my books and DVDs and basically took over his shelves with my shit. I marked my territory, much as animals […]

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Home Sweet Motherfucking Home.

On Sunday, upon finishing my day of coffee-slinging and cappuccino crafting, I raced home to change out of my odorous uniform into something a little more street-worthy. I had a date with an apartment viewing and I intended to dress to impress. Located near St. Clair W and Dufferin, the apartment is a sweet little […]

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Couch Surfing Is So 1992.

There are few things in life as satisfying to me as packing all my shit into bags and hauling it to a new place to try and start my life over again (and again and again). It’s a wonderfully vicious cycle, really. I move, I make friends, I fuck shit up, I pack up and […]

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