Don’t worry…

It was late winter of 2012 and I was looking for an apartment for Colin and I. I had my eye on one the next town over. It had an indoor pool, which made me fall in love with it, and it was close to everything. They had two units available, one on the 11th floor and one on the 7th. The 11th floor was meh. The previous tenants had done a midnight move and left a lot of stuff behind. My Dad and I entertained ourselves by finding what they’d forgot, from the clock on the wall to the Christmas tree in the closet. Then we saw the 7th floor apartment and it. was. perfect! Two balconies, tonnes of storage, and there even was a pantry/storage area big enough for its own light.

The downside was we were at the end of the month and the office needed to decide who to choose. I told her I had to give my 60 days notice on the first. She told me there was nothing she could do. So I walked to the office of my then current building and told the woman my concerns. She looked at me from across the desk and said, “Kathleen, you’ve been a good client here for years. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve given me your notice. Your word is good enough for me.

And that was that… at least for five months. That was when my parents got a letter for me from CapReit stating I owed them $465 in arrears for not giving notice until the 8th of March. So much for my word being good enough.

And here we are again. I’ve got an apartment I’ve been waiting (and waiting) to move into. Now I’ve been told twice that the apartment will be ready for January 1st. But the official website still reads December 1st. Everyone says “don’t worry” but not everyone has needed to pay almost $500 due to a conflict with their moving schedule.

I’m counting down to January now and am resigned to the fact that Christmas is going to be full of boxes and not decorations. And all I can do is hope they’re right and I’m not walking into a big financial mess.

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Tiny homes…

I’ve never been a fan of tiny houses. Don’t get me wrong, I love to go through the pictures and marvel at how they managed to cram so much into such a small space, especially while keeping it looking clean and relatively spacious. But I’ve never wanted to live in one.

Apartment layoutBack in February I desperately wanted to figure out the layout for my new apartment, I didn’t want to move in blind. Except they didn’t have a layout, just a floor plan. No problem, I copied the floor plan into my photo editing program then drew lines over every blurry line in one apartment and, voila, I had a layout. I had no idea how accurate it was but at least it gave me some idea.

Last week I was told there would be a viewing in a nearby apartment building which was made by the same company as ours. The apartment was apparently identical to the one I’d be moving into. I was so excited, finally I could know what my apartment will look like and get an idea of where I can put my furniture. I could hardly wait.

Monday finally arrived and my Dad, Colin, and I arrived at the building. The lady doing the tour commented that the unit we were viewing was accessible so it wouldn’t look like mine. I’d just get a general idea of the size. So I’m still moving in completely unknowing what to expect.

My first thought when I walked through the door was “Where did they put the rest of the living room?” It was that small. I’d originally planned on putting my couch and hutch on the same wall (the one beside the stove in the layout) but the main wall was too small to fit both, it was barely big enough to fit a couch. The little cubby was there, same as the layout, but it turned out to hold the heating and air conditioning units and is not to be opened. The plus side is I’ll have total control over my own heating.

The kitchen was nothing like the one in the floor plan. It was bigger in some ways and smaller than others. There was more cabinets than I’d expected but the cutlery drawers were a third of the size. The previous tenant had their cutlery tray on the counter and the top drawer contained tinfoil and saran wrap… that was all it could hold. Now I can’t help wondering about mine.

And to make moving just that bit more interesting, they’re negotiating a new date, somewhere from mid-December to early January. So I’m thinking this is going to be a New Year’s move. If I’m up at midnight this year it’ll involve lots of tears and packing tape.

As for now, I’m jettisoning some furniture and getting ready for my own tiny home.

 

Everything’s coming up roses…

I went into my Friday meeting with one question to ask. Was the move in date still December 1st? The answer to that was yes but there was more. The team manager had gone to the construction site and introduced herself. They gave her a hard hat and took her on a tour of the building. She described it as amazing, luxurious, and gorgeous. Apparently every unit has high ceilings and, since there are no balconies, there’s going to be a sitting room with lots of windows on the first floor. It sounds wonderful and I’m counting down the days until I move.

new apartmentToday I went back to the neighbourhood with my Mom and had lunch at the pub across the street. I also registered all five cats at the vet clinic and took a picture of the building. It’s so close to completion but obviously still needs a fair bit of work. I’m assuming those tenants want patio doors and not plywood.

I’m looking so forward to moving. I love Colin dearly but we have so little in common. Right now we’re bonding over anime, which is not my thing. He talks to himself on a regular basis, watches videos on YouTube which irritate the hell out of me, and stays up past midnight. I go to bed between 8 and 9pm, tend to be quiet, watch videos like The Dodo, and talk to the cats. It’s hard to find common ground. I’ll miss Colin, of course, but I’m looking forward to the quiet and having it just be me (and the cats).

This move has gone well so far, other than the inevitable construction delays, and I can’t wait until I’m settled in. Only 97 days to go!

 

100 days of anxiety…

I move in exactly 100 more days, unless the move in date is changed again, and Colin still doesn’t have a place. When we started looking, I figured we’d find a cheap little apartment and everything would be fine. No such luck. Even bachelor apartments are $900 to $1000/m. I read an article recently that says Oshawa is the top third city in Canada for highest rents and I can certainly believe that. It makes finding a home for Colin almost impossible… almost.

I started looking at apartments in houses and Colin turned them all down, claiming they were all basement apartments… even the main floor ones. Alrighty then. So I started looking at rooms for rent and Colin turned those down too. He’s getting rent and moving expenses reduced through CHCH but they won’t help if he moves into a room. It has to be an apartment. He finally asked me not to help, he was going to do it himself, and with the agencies he’s involved with.

Right now he’s getting help through CHCH, John Howard Society, CMHA, Kerry’s Place, and DSO. Hopefully one of them will find a place for him soon. We’d really hoped it would have been yesterday. Colin had a meeting with CMHA and DSO and we all were hoping that meant DSO had a place for him. Sadly there was a family emergency and they couldn’t make it.

So now we wait and hope that one of the agencies finds Colin a place to live soon.

Time hit a speed bump

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Me with a Mountie character outside the Yukon Strider

First, this has nothing to do with main topic but it was such a great experience that I had to share. Colin and I went to Canada’s Wonderland on Wednesday with CMHA (Canadian Mental Health Association). We had transportation there and unlimited fountain drinks and our tickets were only $10 each. That was the first amazing part.

Second, it called for horrible weather on Wednesday, thunderstorms and rain all day. It was a little drizzly but the rain stopped before we got to the amusement park and it was sunny for the rest of the day. Everyone else must have cancelled their plans because the park was empty. Colin and I wanted to go on the Yukon Strider, a roller coaster with a 90 degree drop, but he’d heard the lines were an hour and a half long. Instead we just walked right on… three times! This was the same for every ride. I used my disability pass twice and that was just because we wanted to be in the front row. It was, hands down, my best Canada’s Wonderland experience.

The rest of the week was quiet and boring to write about. Then this morning I got an email from the company who owns my new apartment building. Due to unforeseen issues, they’ve had to change my move in date from October 1st to December or January 1st. It’s a disappointment for me. I was down to 72 days left until my move in date and was handing in my notice on Friday. I’m now up to 133 days, if I move in on December 1st. The good news is it’ll give Colin more time to find a place. He’s got two agencies working to assist him in apartment/room hunting and another two helping him find a job. Between them all plus Colin and I, he should be settled in before I move in. That’ll also give me time and space to pack.

Now Colin’s got all the questions. What if I get told to move in early? What if they put all the subsidized units on the first floor and you’re able to go in early? What if all the subsidized units are on the top floor and it gets finished early and you’re told to move in? I kept explaining to him that no one will be moving in until the building is completely finished and eventually the questions stopped. I don’t know if that means he’s satisfied or if he’s just waiting for a later date and I’m scared to ask in case I set the questions off again.

I’d posted that time seemed to be speeding but it’s slowed right down again. There won’t be Thanksgiving or Hallowe’en decorations out this year and Christmas will depend on my move in date. Next year they’ll all be out in their glory and I’m looking forward to that.

And now to organize and wait because time will get here eventually.

Time is sprinting…

Our current building does a home inspection every year and this year’s was done today. When the property manager and superintendent were leaving, I asked who I give the letter of notice to, the management office on the top floor or with the superintendents in the basement. It will be with the superintendents, who were quite surprised we were leaving. Then I realized I’m giving them my notice in three more weeks, the real start of the moving countdown. 83 days (today) seems very long. Two months doesn’t

Colin’s blissfully unconcerned about moving. He knows he’s getting a room… somewhere. Apparently someone in the John Howard Society has one but she was off for the last few days. I need to get Colin to call her tomorrow because I’m not nearly as blase as he is. He’s positive everything will turn out perfectly in the end, like this is some Disney Movie or one of his animes. But we’re not in a show and he needs to be a lot more proactive. Sadly I can’t push him into calling, it’s like moving a mountain. He’s stubborn to say the least.

Next we need to find boxes. It used to be easy. NoFrills, a Canadian grocery store, always had bins of boxes at the front of their store. We’d go in and grab the suitable ones. Now they’re selling yellow shopping bins at the front of the store. I guess free boxes were competition.¬† I know there’s boxes for sale at Home Depot because my sister got hers there. I’m still hoping for free boxes first.

I should have asked someone at NoFrills today what they do with their cardboard boxes now. No Frills being where Colin asked me to meet him, although honestly, it would have been better if I never went. I knew I was really anxious before I left but my psychiatrist suggested taking an ativan and immediately leaving, which I did. I might as well have taken a skittle considering my anxiety got worse instead of better. The walk to NoFrills¬† and back were okay seeing as we went through the park instead of down busy roads. And I made a beeline to my swing chair and giant soft carrot as soon as I got home. That helped a lot. Part of me wants to go out for a walk now because it’s gorgeous and being in the woods would be so nice. But the rest of me feels the anxiety squirming around my stomach and knows it would be one miserable struggle.

I’ve bought all sorts of things for my new apartment. Wooden cutlery rack, dishes, beautiful cutlery shaped like tree branches, candles from Bath and Bodyworks. And there’s so much more to buy. I need a new dish rack because mine is falling apart. My garbage can is a cheap one mounted inside a cabinet door and it’s breaking. We need a slim line one for the kitchen. Luckily I get the GST cheque after I move to pay for some of the odds and ends.

And it’s evening here again. The cats are all sleeping, Colin’s watching shows and me? I just don’t know.

And every passing second brings us closer and closer to moving. And then my life will start up anew.

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Monday musings…

me-feeling-sunnyYesterday was amazing. The temperature went up to 25C and I was in shorts and a tshirt. Plus Value Village had a 50% off sale where I got five new tshirts that I love and a pair of lacy shorts.

The only down part to the day was I just had 3000 steps for the whole day, not nearly close enough for my 10 thousand steps goal. So I put on my sandals and went for a walk in the woods that evening.

I know I make it sound so easy but it’s not. I struggle the whole time I’m going to the conservation area and the whole time back. Even in the woods I struggle a fair bit of the time, although it’s easier there. I used to wonder when this anxiety would fade away. I’ve finally realized the answer is never. I did, however, enjoy the walk. Except for the mosquitos. I didn’t have mosquito repellent at home so I used Vicks Vaporub since half the internet insisted it worked amazing as a repellent. I had some reservations about it but the mosquitos sure didn’t. I’m pretty sure a sign went up saying “fresh meat” and then they descended en masse. I was so itchy last night, trying to scratch everywhere at once.

Meanwhile, by the time I’d finished my walk I had over 16 thousand steps, which is a great amount! I my-steps-on-the-9th-2went to bed very happy with my accomplishment. Then, of course, I wanted to weigh myself this morning. I think it’s a mixture of curiosity and anxiety that fuel my urge to weigh every day. I managed not to this time and I’ll keep holding off on weighing myself until July 7th.

Today is not so amazing. It’s calling for rain all day long and is 10 degrees colder. I’m currently hiding out in my room with my little electric fireplace puffing out warm air. I do have to get cat litter so that will be some outside time. Otherwise I’m going to hit the treadmill this evening. Not as nice as a walk outside but considering a walk outside would be miserable today, it’s a decent alternative.

Oh my goodness, adorableness alert. Lara and Blackie were curled up with their heads touching and they looked like they were making a heart. Of course I carefully turned my phone on and gently swiveled my chair around before quietly standing up, which is when both cats looked up at me curiously. So no picture but it was sweet.

I’ve got so much ahead of me, short term is getting ready for Colin’s birthday this Wednesday. I can’t believe he’s going to be 22 years old. And my packing. I’ve got two boxes done now, which is good for a movie in October. I had no idea how much stuff was in the corner of my room until I started packing it up. There’s still so much left. I’d been under the impression that I had one box of kitchen supplies and a box of decor. Boy was I wrong! It’ll all look amazing in my new place though.

It’s almost lunch time. I better get out to No Frills and buy the kitty litter (and hopefully some fresh berries) then start cleaning up the living room so it’s ready for Colin’s birthday on Wednesday. I hope you’re all having an amazing Monday!

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