Yes, it’s true. I’ve started moving into my new place. As of September 1, I’ll no longer be living with Phil and Tristan. I got myself a tiny little bachelor apartment at Victoria and Shuter. It’s close to Jenna, close to work, and close to the Queen subway station.
Even though I won’t move the bulk of my stuff until this weekend, I started today. I stuffed my parka into a plastic shopping bag, dropped it into the milk crate on the back of my bicycle, and drove it down the street. Luckily, I’m not moving far.
It looks pretty lonely all by itself in my closet, but soon enough, there’ll be more than enough crap crammed in beside it to keep it company.