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Moving homes
Jul. 21st, 2004 01:34 pmKevin and I took the day off yesterday to move our things into the new apartment. In the morning, we called a taxi and loaded it with our television, bookcases and the dismantled desk. One of the other bookcases wouldn't fit so I had to take it by Tube to the new address. Afterwards, we did intermitent trips with loaded suitcases: books, clothes, cds, videogames. The old apartment is practically empty.
At night, we sat in our empty apartment listening to Classic FM, wondering what to do with ourselves. I took a bath and read some more of Louise Welsh's excellent novel "The Cutting Room". Kevin read the saturday Review section from The Guardian. For dinner we had garlic polish bread and cheese pizza. For drinks, Kronenbeurg.
It was also my brother's birthday. I called our apartment in Londrina but nobody was home. Finally, around 10:30pm, his girlfriend answered the phone; he was in the shower. Soon afterwards, Natalia (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lala_jones) called me. She lives in a suburb outside Toronto and she's been planning on moving in with a girl from Calgary; a friend of a friend. Seems like a lot of my friends are moving to Toronto, or already there. If I had a choice, I'd live in Montreal but I can understand how this might not be so appealing if your french isn't up to scratch or if you have no simpathy for the Quebecois. Natalia falls into the later category.
After a good talk with her, I managed to catch my brother home and talk for a bit. Him and his girlfriend Tamis wish to do their graduate degrees in England, preferably in Goldsmiths' (where Kevin is beginning his MA in Fine Arts this September.) They still have a few years ahead of them so they were asking me about living costs in London and how to get a prospectus from Goldsmiths. My brother also told me that Tete, my daschund that lives in my mom's farm, had some complications with an operation she had. During the night, I had a dream Tete was in a critical condition and my mother told me over the phone she was going to die.
I think I might call my mom tonight - after I've cleaned the new apartment's fridge and moved the final leftovers from Portnall Road.
At night, we sat in our empty apartment listening to Classic FM, wondering what to do with ourselves. I took a bath and read some more of Louise Welsh's excellent novel "The Cutting Room". Kevin read the saturday Review section from The Guardian. For dinner we had garlic polish bread and cheese pizza. For drinks, Kronenbeurg.
It was also my brother's birthday. I called our apartment in Londrina but nobody was home. Finally, around 10:30pm, his girlfriend answered the phone; he was in the shower. Soon afterwards, Natalia (
lala_jones) called me. She lives in a suburb outside Toronto and she's been planning on moving in with a girl from Calgary; a friend of a friend. Seems like a lot of my friends are moving to Toronto, or already there. If I had a choice, I'd live in Montreal but I can understand how this might not be so appealing if your french isn't up to scratch or if you have no simpathy for the Quebecois. Natalia falls into the later category. After a good talk with her, I managed to catch my brother home and talk for a bit. Him and his girlfriend Tamis wish to do their graduate degrees in England, preferably in Goldsmiths' (where Kevin is beginning his MA in Fine Arts this September.) They still have a few years ahead of them so they were asking me about living costs in London and how to get a prospectus from Goldsmiths. My brother also told me that Tete, my daschund that lives in my mom's farm, had some complications with an operation she had. During the night, I had a dream Tete was in a critical condition and my mother told me over the phone she was going to die.
I think I might call my mom tonight - after I've cleaned the new apartment's fridge and moved the final leftovers from Portnall Road.