5 posts tagged “bradlands”
So I'm in Waterloo, of all places. My time at the Bradlands in Guelph is over, and I can't move to Little India until Sunday, so here I cower. My worldly possessions are in a pile in the garage. Life otherwise makes all kinds of sense, though. I finally received the "Yes, Virginia, You're a University of Toronto Student" paperwork, I have keys to my new apartment, I have an almost-definite transfer to the Indigo at Bay and Bloor, and it's my friggin' birthday on Thursday.
Oddly enough, I'll be in Toronto for the big day, as that's when the Indigo folks want to interview me. I don't mind, though, as I'm meeting a friend downtown to celebrate, in what looks more and more like a date with each passing moment. Excited? Nervous? Thrilled? Yes.
I watched "Cloverfield" out of boredom last night. It wasn't half-bad! I'm still not a big horror fan, but I loved how they turned the genre on its head. I can imagine why people might have thrown up, though, watching that on a large screen. That was some seriously choppy cinematography. My favourite part, though? You hardly ever see the monster. It makes it a much bigger deal when you actually do.
So the good news is, the nice lady at the desk says I'm "basically in" at the University of Toronto once my paperwork clears. YES.
Considering the rest of the zany trip, that giant chunk of good news was a welcome change. My bus got run off the road, for starters; some trucker was actually so fatigued that he lost an entire Greyhound bus in his blind spot. The fact that I have a place to hang my academic hat, too, seems to be karmic payoff for my newfound difficulties in finding a place to live. Today I saw black mold and crazy people clawing at my arms and a roof that looked like it was going to cave in. Even Ľubomír's place, in which I had so much faith, was kind of a dive. Thus, it figures that the one place I really fell in love with, a cheap-but-cozy bachelor pad in Little India that's basically a cleaner underground version of the current Bradlands, is currently contested between myself and another potential tenant. Here's hoping that I can ramp up the ol' Kögler charm, and that my references pull through for me.
Also: my TTC fu is strong, even if I did get my backpack stuck in the subway doors. Yes.
Grad school acceptance season has caused me no end of stress. Half of my friends have already received acceptances to a host of schools, but my entire roster is known for being very slow on the admittance-sending draw. Thus I wait. And wait. And wait.
So surely you could imagine my excitement this morning when I was awoken at 9:00am by the mailman (I use the gender-specific term only because I know him) stuffing a VERY LARGE ENVELOPE in my mailbox. I got dressed in a flash, bolted to the door, and found...
Junk mail.
For the girl who lived here in 2004.
I hate this.
My goodness, it's been a busy little while. I attended KJ's grandma's 80th birthday party, moved into a new apartment, celebrated my birthday in a loud and silly manner, and only now is life returning to some semblance of peace and quiet. But oh, it's been a good few days. Everything is falling right into place.
Tonight will be my last sleep at 34 Fairview. It's been a good apartment, I must say. I'll miss the convenient location, the easygoing landlords, and the relative peace of living in a "grown-up" neighbourhood. Still, as I retire to the miniature student ghetto where Wyndham meets York, I'm glad to be escaping the low ceilings and rampaging children of this neck of town. By Sunday night, I'll be fully established in the Bradlands. Look out, world.
