This is where we used to live…
So this is the old apartment. And for the record, I did not break into it. Come on… BNL references anyone? YES! (My next post is going to be pictures of ‘me in grade nine’… get it?) No? You DIDN’T used to stalk Ed Robertson? Well this is awkward…
Back to the apartment.
I don’t think I ever posted proper picture of it. I made sure to take some before we started packing up.
It was our first apartment together.
It was my first apartment period.
It was my first home that didn’t also house my parents.
It was the first home I ever paid money to live in.
It was a first. That’s for sure.
It was cozy. Not small.
It was compact. Not cramped.
It was New York-sized. Yes. How chic.
It was a studio. A bachelor. It was a badass place to dwell.
It had water ‘glimpses’… if you stood in the bedroom and viewed them through the mirrored wall, at an angle, and through the neighbour’s balcony.
It took about 30 minutes to clean from top to bottom.
It was centrally located.
It was perfect, with all its imperfections. I loved it.
But we’ve moved. For many reasons. Maybe we do need a little more space. Maybe a wall here and there isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe a kitchen with a four element stove top and a full sized fridge isn’t so bad.
Maybe we don’t have any water glimpses… but we DO have a cockatoo that helps us make breakfast.
Scratch that, we have four.
They’re determined. And a wee bit cheeky.
They reach for crumpets and tomatoes on the windowsill. They jut out with beaks with such confidence and each time are surprised to discover a magical invisible force field hindering them from reaching the food. It is of course, the window. But that doesn’t deter them.
If at first you don’t succeed…
We were greeted by only one, but he soon invited his posse. Anyway, we named him Duncan, he is the feistiest.
They are loud and they are bold. I love them already.
Recipes from the new kitchen to come once I sort my internet out… I may or may not be sitting in an outdoor mall in the rain taking advantage of free wi-fi in order to post this.
Ahaha. May or may not.
And I may or may not be going home to continue watching season one of The OC. Which may or may not belong to my boyfriend. Say. word.
I think we belong together.
(And stay warm. and dry. Will this rain ever stop?)