Sorry for the distinct lack of up keep, but our lives changed dramatically over the course of three weeks. Without going into details, we found it necessary to move from our beloved house on Princess St. to a new abode about two blocks away.
The Background Story: After realizing that we needed to move, we began looking around for a places within walking distance of work and bus stops, as well as something in our price range. This proved to be futile. The first week was nothing but crack shacks, "4-20 friendly" homes or mansions out in the boons with a large price tag. We had our hopes set on a duplex a block up the road from where we are now. We decided to do a quick walk-by to check it out, before the viewing the next morning. It was nothing short of an "act of God" waiting to happen. As we were walking home disappointed, Amanda remembered seeing an ad for an apartment on Tims Ave, a block down from the duplex. We decided to walk by to see what the neighbourhood was like and perhaps see the "for rent" sign hanging in a window. As we started down the road, we walked past an apartment where a couple of our friends had lived in years previous. Much to our delight there was a "For Rent" sign out front. Although this wasn't the advertised apartment, we were interested. We went home and called the number and arranged a viewing for the next morning. By 9:30 the next morning (when Dan should have been at work), we had decided that this was our new home. Two days later, we had the keys to the new apartment and began a progressive move in.
The MOVE: For most people, moving is an inconvenience and a pain. But for two young people with NO vehicle, moving becomes a bit more adventurous. With nothing but our two arms and a broken grannie-style shopping cart, we set out on the adventure of moving by foot. We admit, the bulk of our boxes was moved by Amanda's work SUV, but we still did take a lot by foot. (just ask the elderly couple in the building next to ours, who still think we are moving!) Moving boxes and odd sized items with a cart proves to be a somewhat arduous task. A thorn in my side, or maybe it was one of the broken ribs from the side of the cart. Nonetheless, we moved a great deal of stuff by foot, proving that even without a vehicle, it is possible to move a great deal of what you own by foot. One thought we had while moving was that even the pioneers, who didn't have cars, still had horse drawn cart or even just horses in which to move things. We didn't even own a fully functioning grannie-cart, but still made it. Another thought we had, was that you really decided what is important in your life to move, when you have to move it by foot. (Do i really need a Christmas plate or that extra pair of pants?) The funniest and most painful load by grannie-cart was moving a cooler full of fridge food. The cooler kept falling off the one side and into the half broken cart, finishing off what many overloaded shopping trips had started.
Side note: The grannie-style cart has died and it currently residing in its permanent lodgings in the Canadian Tire parking lot dumpster. May he rust in pieces. Needless to say, he has been replaced by a brand new YardWorks Garden Wagon.
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