The moving Colin blues…

I always figured the hardest part of moving is the packing (and unpacking). Now I’ve found a new frustration. Colin.

I love Colin dearly but he’s turning simple apartment hunting into a nightmare. He has several agencies helping him, which is great. The first unit they showed him was supposed to be a room with meals included. It was in a long term care facility and he’d have two other roommates and not even a curtain to give him some privacy. There wasn’t room for any belongings either. We all agreed that was not a good fit.

My last attempt to help him was when I found a gorgeous one bedroom apartment for $675/m. It was a ground floor unit and included access to the backyard including the deck and the jacuzzi. Yeah… a jacuzzi.

Colin turned it down because it was a “basement apartment” then proceeded to explain that every apartment in a house was a basement apartment, no matter what floor it was on, because the landlord could just say he had a family member who needs the unit and he’d be out in two months. Which is theoretically correct but isn’t that common. Colin kept insisting it was and after he yelled for a decent amount of time I told him I was no longer helping.

John Howard Society found him a room yesterday and he immediately took a look. It was close to shopping and, at $600/m, definitely affordable. Colin just turned it down because now he wants to get a full time job and stay here. At first he talked about working construction but someone (other than me) must have talked to him because now he’s talking about Dollarama.

I want him to find a place so badly so that he has somewhere safe to rest his head once I’m in my own place, and so I don’t have to worry about him with no apartment while I’m moving. But I can’t force him to take a place, no matter how much I want to. He’s a person with strong opinions and is determined this is his best course of action.

The John Howard worker is still looking for a place for him. I just hope he takes the next place.

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The apartment I found

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Moving right along…

I still haven’t got a move in date for my apartment. I was told “sometime in the summer”. My psychiatrist laughed when I told him that and said, “That means September”. I have to admit he’s probably right. I’m moving right along for the new apartment. I’ve got new cutlery, new plates, new wall art, and new food storage containers. I’ve even enlarged the floor plan for the unit so I can plan a little easier.

Apartment layout

My floor plan

The hard part is Colin. While he has contacted the John Howard Society regarding help finding an apartment, he hasn’t done anything else. No money’s been saved, no units have been called. Every once in a while he’ll ask me if it’s too late to cancel my apartment. I keep telling him it is. I’ve signed all the agreements and accepted the subsidy. I can’t back out now. I can’t help thinking he’s not really trying to move because he figures I’ll cancel and stay with him if it gets to the summer and he has no way to move. Which means I’ve got to put in all the effort.

 

I mailed in an application for my building, which he could afford until they updated the home page recently and added “plus utilities”. The utility company figured the cost would be between one and two hundred a month. Ouch! I don’t pay utilities because I’m on subsidy. Colin isn’t that lucky.

I called another place which advertises $760/m for rent and wasn’t surprised to find their waiting list is well over a year long. And viewit.ca only offered a place that is known for it’s dealers, cockroaches, bedbugs, and mice. Ironically their price wasn’t particularly low either. All that’s left is wading through kijiji on a regular basis and looking for apartment for rent signs. And his worker at John Howard Society. Hopefully she can help him find something.

What’s worrying me just as much is Colin doesn’t have any money other than the $70 from his GoFundMe. It’s easy to say, it’s his choice to spend all his money, he needs to deal with the consequences but, in this case, the consequences are moving my autistic 21 year old into a homeless shelter. The consequences are too steep.

So now I have two options to get money for Colin. His Go Fund Me and my LGBTQ friendly fantasy novel. Any money received goes right into my savings account where I’m keeping track of his deposits. I don’t have any fancy prizes for donating to his Go Fund Me account. The only prize is keeping him off the street. But if you buy my book you’ll get a novel that everyone who’s read it has raved about.

Here’s my book…

And here is Colin’s GoFundMe…

https://www.gofundme.com/colin039s-moving-fund

Thank you so much for helping!!!