.9:17 PM
Well, my condo hunting is complete. I've settled on a place at yonge/finch. I am currently waiting for all the paper work for the mortgage to be settled. Once that is done, I will officially own a condo on the 13th of February. Exciting. Scary.
I have some mixed feelings about leaving my townhouse in the hood (scarborough). For the last one and a half years, living in scarborough has toughened me up and definitely made me more paranoid about walking up Birchmount from Shepherd after midnight. I'll also miss riding the #17 bus to Warden and all the sketchy individuals that I have had the pleasure to meet.
But most of all I'll miss my crazy landlady who's awkwardness has actually worsened since the beginning when I moved here.
I'll miss the summers when she turned off the air conditioning in the middle of the night just to save electricity. I'll miss the day that she fucked up her cable modem because she kept turning the damn thing on and off all the time. When the rogers technician came over and told her not to keep turning the thing on and off she was angered because leaving the thing on would add another 0.05 to the monthly electricity bill.
But best of all, I loved the times she would randomly disconnect everyone in the house from the Internet because she claimed that we were all stealing her internet. Conveniently for me, one time I was in the middle of doing an Internet banking transaction too. I tried explaining to her that at night time a lot of people are using the Internet in the neighborhood so the connection is slow for everyone. It was like trying to speak verbally to the blind and deaf. It was like she couldn't hear me and she couldn't see my lips moving. What was the point of arguing or explaining? It's my fault that I'm using too much internet in my banking transaction. Shame on me.
Or the few times she yelled at me for talking too loud on my cell phone. Nobody complains when she's yelling on her phone gossiping with her friends.
Oh did you know so-and-so is pregnant? omg! Did you know so-and-so's gained so much weight? Not that I'm really listening to it of course. But even with my tv cranked up in my room, sometimes I get a little taste of the conversation whether I like it or not. Gossiping. Talking shit about others. It's something to make ourselves feel better.
Can anything good be said about my experience living here? Maybe. It's fucking cheap to live here. I get cable tv. I get cable internet. I get a decent sized room. I get the top shelf on the fridge -- which is also the most spacious. 90% of the time I don't see the landlady.
Please forgive me for selling out and moving to north york. Scarborough will always have a special place in my heart. I have a bullet lodged in there to remind me to always always
keep it real.