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.
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.
The apartment I found