This morning, meet the building manager, get a look-see at the apartment, clean, vacant, ready for me to move in. Immediately. I need a shower curtain, bathmat, pot, pan, I need to first go to my locker and relocate it here before buying anything, I need a couple of stools, armchair, sofa, bed, I need...
soap, bar soap and shampoo to shower with...Toilet paper, toilet brush, plunger...towels,
...laundry detergent and some Oxy-Clean....
...Food to put in the pantry. Lots of food. Good food. Olives. Cheese. A steak. A fork and knife - no, wait - 2, 3 of them. 4. 4 is an even number. 4 plates, 4 bowls, 4 coffee mugs, 4 of everything...Pot, Pan, Bodum, Pasta....Gnocci....Rice...staples....Asian Food...Coconut milk & curry and jars full of nuts and seeds and a little food processor so I can make tasty dressings for salads like garlic-chili-ginger and...
I'm gonna get fancy and get a glass for my vodka. Fancy fancy.
I'm gonna go pick up my mantle clock from the antique store and my candlestick phone from a friends...
I'm gonna run to Calgary and start emptying out that locker (and, having just been to Practicar, quoted $800 for a 2 day rental this might be a ways away...).
Anyways, this is an entirely new way of living that I'm not in the least prepared for. Not in the least. And so, keys jangling in my pocket, what to do, I work tonight - and tomorrow morning, no point moving in just yet, perhaps tomorrow night, if it's quiet and I escape work early and I can start, unpack the vehicle of my clothes and the dozens of books and bags of arrowheads, rocks, mixed-media art supplies, the trash that has piled up and accumulated, nothing that I need and everything I ever wanted but now, it's back to the basics...
...hangers for my clothes, a desk, ...
the list will go on and on, but for now - I have a fucking place to live in a place I want to be. Bloody hell how long has it taken me?