December 10, 2010

• We got it.

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  I am so sad I don't know who did this. It's lovely. Well, except that it makes no sense. 
  Why would she hold a leash in her right hand for a dog that walks on her left?

  The apartment is ours. We sign the lease tonight.

  I've already made a plan for the office/den that involves lots of bookshelves and a cozy chair, along with my old wood work desk. I have, in very stereotypical girl fashion, decided on a colour scheme of stormy-lake blues and cool, ashy browns without consulting C at all. I have a delightful idea for a bird motif in the kitchen...

  My head has been so full of the new apartment; now the reality of moving is starting to settle in. I have been here for eight years. For the last four, my kitchen, bedroom and living room have been in the same, large space. It was quite wonderful, in fact, like living in a hotel. I'm suddenly wary of having so many rooms. 

  But, oh! I'm going to be so close to Roncesvalles! On summer mornings I'll walk out of my door and stroll along the empty street, looking into shop windows and sipping coffee. The little Polish delis and fruit stands will be our grocery stores. Enormous High Park, with its paths and steps and strange little zoo, will be our yard. 

  Looking around the nest I've built here, I'm sad - but I'm excited, too. I've been yearning for something - anything - to show me my life isn't frozen in place. It never occurred to me, but this apartment has a lot to do with that feeling. I've watched tenants and boyfriends come and go. One full time job and a pretty serious relationship started and ended here. I'm the only thing that hasn't changed and, cumulatively, there are days I feel I'm being left behind. It's time.

  This is a very good thing.
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