On Saturday I moved.
It was pretty terrifying. I drove a 14 foot U-haul from London, Ontario to Montréal, Québec. It took me 10 hours and I started at 5am. I’m used to driving big-ish trucks, but I’d never driven on a 400-series highway before, little island girl that I am, and the 401 happens to be the busiest highway in North America. Eighteen lanes at its widest! And I drove almost the whole thing; it starts in Windsor, which is a little before London. To be honest, I’m glad to be out of Ontario. It was not for me.
It didn’t actually get that scary until I entered Montréal Island. It seems like cars in Montréal don’t come with turn signals. And it’s like trying to navigate a labyrinth, with three roads above and one road below and another curving around like a spiral as I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles were white and prayed to the traffic gods as the cars weaved in and out around me.
I made it okay, and now I live in my favourite city, and now I live with my boyfriend. This is the first time I’ve lived with a boyfriend so it is kind of a big deal to me and I’m extremely happy. He isn’t here right now, though; he left the morning after I arrived for vacation in Mexico with his man-friends. So it’s just me and Mr Spock:
Look at how big he has gotten! He looks like a mini-cat now instead of a kitten. His fur is also getting a sort of reddish sheen to it, so I think I may have infected him with the ginger (it’s contagious, my hair). Mr Spock hasn’t been paying as much attention to me, though. I think it’s because he’s angry that this is the longest he’s been without Andrew (maybe he thinks I am hiding him) but mostly because this lil kitty moved in:
This is Olga’s cat, Stella. She’s all black and looks permanently surprised, though I woke her up for this photo so you can’t really tell. I’m not sure how she and Spock feel about each other yet… he does a lot of swatting at her to get her attention, and she usually responds with a “fuck off, kid.” That, or they do a lot of chasing each other. It’s great fun.
So I’m spending my time mostly relaxing after last month’s insanity of exams and essays and packing and moving and this debacle that happened where I almost couldn’t get a U-Haul at all because my parents hadn’t paid for it like they said and were in Spain and I ended up calling half of the continents to bail myself out, but that’s a long story and I made it here safely in the end. Somehow.
I’m also on the job hunt, which is interesting because of Montréal’s bilingualism, so I’m never sure if I should be applying for a job in French or English, or really what language to make my resume.
The third thing on my List of Things to Do (yes, relaxing was the first thing) is unpacking… which is proving difficult because the room where I am putting all my stuff is already full of furniture that was supposed to be gone by the time I got there. So I’m trying to sell stuff. Or just give it away. Anyone want anything? I would have just moved into Andrew’s room, but his bedroom used to be a living room, so while there is a fireplace, there isn’t a closet. The bedroom I’m moving into is like my study so I’ll have a place for my desk and clothes and books. There’s a queen-sized bed in there I don’t need, too. I can probably sell that for two weeks’ worth of groceries!
Did I mention how badly I need a job?