Wednesday, May 19, 2010

I am a nomad

At the end of this week I'm moving to a little basement suite on Commercial Drive. This will be my eleventh home since moving to Vancouver 8 years ago, and my first one with no roommates.

People keep asking me if it's nice. Seriously, guys. You're talking to someone who has, at various times, lived in a storage room with no door, a cockroach-infested dive in South Vancouver, the math building at my university, and a closet the size of a deep-freeze. Don't ask if it's "nice". Ask me if the owner/caretaker knows I'm living there, and whether or not it has indoor plumbing. Or ask me if the bathroom has a door (no, that would cost extra).

I am living there legally and paying rent, it does have indoor plumbing, and the bathroom really does have a door. But regardless of how nice it is, I've got the place to myself. So I'll be whizzing with the bathroom door open anyway.

Monday, May 03, 2010


Today I finished off a carton of ice cream, and since the garbage bin was full, I put the empty box back in the freezer. When I was a kid, I used to do this with empty milk cartons, not because the garbage bin was full, but because I liked to watch my dad pick up the empty carton and make a series of bewildered disgruntled sounds.