Guess where I’ve been? Scoring the sweetest little apartment in Toronto. Boom. My apartment is so cute, I could die. It’s on the third floor of a gorgeous Victorian in Parkdale with the cutest high, sloped ceilings, sunny hardwood floors, sprawling Western-facing roof, and a teensy galley kitchen. I almost want to create a new blog just to talk about all the cool things I’m going to get up to… Brunch at Grand Electric. Buying antique furniture in Roncesvalles. Sneering at people who don’t live in Toronto. Wearing maxi skirts and Frye boots and wool hats with erect little ptarmigan feathers. Juicing.
For the last three years, Sasha and I have been blogging from the GTA. But our dastardly scamming goes no further. Now we’re legitimately a Toronto-based music blog, not a slutty Oakville/Hamilton blog masquerading as such. (I <3 Hamilton)
So why the sudden move? Well, like the lyrics of Please Slow Down by The Green Apple Sea, It’s about time for a change. It feels so much better to be on your own…
It took me about 4 weeks to find an apartment, because I was looking for:
– no bedbugs, cockroaches, rats, crabs, or unsavoury houseguests
– no basements, because that’s my current sitch, so why tunnel underground further?
– a bike-friendly neighbourhood with art/culture/foodstuffs
– not a gajillion dollars a month in rent
After 4 weeks of constantly checking Padmapper, Craiglist, Kijiji, and Mapliv, I was at the end of my rope. As a last-ditched attempt at cognitive psychology, I decided to put together a super obsessive rental application package for a listing that had garnered over 1200 hits. I even colour-coordinated my plastic folder to the electric yellow of my leather Topshop satchel so the landlord would be subliminally convinced that I am a HAPPY SUNNY RENTER WHO ALWAYS PAYS CHEQUES ON TIME.
I was also the first one at the open house and spent my time walking around the apartment making encouraging remarks in an old-timey stage voice, such as: “WHAT A CHARMINGLY LOW BATHROOM MIRROR! I CAN ALWAYS APPLY MY MAKEUP ON MY KNEES. THIS IS AN ADORABLE HAT STAND! PERFECT FOR HATS AND OTHER SARTORIAL QUANDARIES. I AM PARTICULARLY TAKEN BY THIS HOT PLATE. IT WILL COOK MANY THINGS.” And it worked! He actually mentioned the yellow folder and enthusiastic desperation when he called to say I had been chosen for the apartment!
Now that I can relax, I’ve been gardening and packing and not eating gluten, because I’m convinced if you make one big life change, you should do all the other shit you’ve been procrastinating about too. Just because. So, I spent all afternoon in the garden, getting dirt stuffed into my nail beds, tucking soil into tiny carrot seedlings, poking holes for wrinkled peas and jagged lettuce seeds, and transplanting a cherry tomato shrub with tiny green tomatoes dangling like little chandelier earrings. All for my little rooftop garden paradise.
And what kind of music does a girl listen to while gardening? Thug music. Wurd.
Southern Hospitality – Space Camp Death Squad (via Side One Track One)
And because I’m still addicted to this song, after all these weeks…
SEE YOU GUYS IN TORONTO!