The Good News

Hey, guys.

I know I've been lax with the updating recently, and I apologize. My reasons/excuses are as follows:
- Had to get a day job, was too depressed to write,
- Was looking for apartments and was having shitty luck...too depressed to write,
- Was helping Shem move out of his apartment and pulling an all-nighter to do so.

I hope that clears some things up. In other news...
Kyle and I found an apartment today. Our applications were accepted and we cut them a big, fat check for the deposit. We're going to start moving in on Friday. I took some pictures with my sidekick. God only knows how they'll turn out; this is the first time I've used the camera for purposes other than to send pictures of my hair to various people. Oh, speaking of hair...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me talk about the pictures first.

So here is the beginning of the tour. First let me tell you a couple things about the apartment: The building used to be a hotel in the 1920s, was converted into an apartment building after the hotel went under. Features of the apartment: hardwood floors, full kitchen, tile flooring in kitchen and bathroom, lots of light/windows.

This photo is of the top right corner of our kitchen. Black and white tile abounds, especially on the floor, where the black tiles within the white background forms something that looks like an E, and then something unintelligible. Kyle called it "very Dadaesque." There are only 3 outlets in the room, which confuses me; how exactly am I going to plug in my microwave? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO EAT!?



I took this picture by standing in the same spot and swiveling to the left by 40 degrees. Those windows look into what is generously called the "breakfast area", where Kyle and I plan to put a little table with a couple chairs. So we can eat breakfast (a laughable concept; that we would get out of bed in time to do so).



I took this picture by backing straight out of the door to the kitchen, into the "hallway" area. To the left you can see a sliver of the bathroom, and to the right, a sliver of the vanity. That's an area with some drawers and a mirror, for people that are vain. Like me.


Backing up about 5 feet here, we can see two closets to the left. Only the closet closest to us is open - the doors have been painted over so many times over the years that they no longer close. I talked to the super there, and he said it would be alright if we chipped back all the paint and redid them ourselves.


I turned on the spot about 100 degrees to the left, and this is the bottom left corner of our apartment. That's an exposed brick wall, and the burgundy piece right there is what may have been a loading area for the hotel; our room was the area where the receptionist sat and handed out keys. There's a spot on the wall (not pictured in this series) that was clearly a window into the hallway outside.


Going backwards a little bit, I turned 45 degrees to the right and took this picture of the top left corner of our apartment. It has two sets of doors that I am tempted to call french, but aren't really. These windows look out into the street.


And finally, a picture of the big storage closet. This one most accurately shows the real colours of the floor.


And that's it! Kyle's afraid this computer is going to overheat so I have to cut it short, but I will be back sometime in the near future to expound on what it's like to no longer be homeless, and to catch you up on what I've really been doing for the last couple of months.