Spending 2 hours of my Friday night getting Hugh down from the water pipe, which, due to the "lofty" nature of the loft, is 20 feet off the ground??? Won't miss
Being able to spend a nice weekend day on a giant patio??? Miss
The unexpected outbreak of bagpipe music whilst reading on the above mentioned patio??? Miss
Working from home on a Monday because of a wild-cat transit strike has left me stranded in the slums??? Miss/ Won't Miss (who doesn't like working from home)
Navigating my steep, narrow, banister-free stairs in the dark in the middle of the night to empty the world's tiniest bladder??? Won't miss
The lovely smell of the rubber factory next door and a sweltering summer day??? Won't miss
Free central air conditioning??? Miss
Taking the bus??? Won't miss
Not having one single closet or one iota of storage space? Won't miss
Splitting cable/internet with roommate??? Miss
Having neighbourhood grocery store as a Price Chopper (non-Toronto dwellers... Price Chopper = GHETTO)??? WON'T MISS
Parking lot movie nights in the summer??? Miss
168 Slumington??? Won't miss
Not being able to rent/ go to a movie/ do anything spur of the moment??? Won't miss
Trainspotting??? Miss
Living above an illegal gambling ring??? Won't miss
Kick ass parties happening regularly 3 doors down??? Miss
Spending a bazillion dollars on taxis just so I can have a social life... such that it is??? Won't miss
I am sure there are more pros and cons to moving, but I am supposed to be working after all... albeit from home, sitting on my couch... in my sweats.
Laters,
Bea
1 comment:
Aww... so sad. The end of an era.
But good memories. Good times. More to come!
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