Sept 3, 2008
Well, here I am, first night in my new apartment in Kingston, Ontario. I love it. It's pretty big, with a big bedroom and large kitchen. No white walls!! The kitchen/living room are painted this really light purple and a warm, light coloured wood laminate flooring in the living room. The bedroom is carpeted with this kinda gross green on the walls, but it's better than white. The bathroom is really really pink, and I LOVE it. Like being on the inside of a cantaloupe.
After a run to Walmart and the grocery (my new Lady of the Land is awesome and gave me a ride to pick up some basics), I'm now waiting on my pizza to finish cooking. Heh, no plates, pots, pans, cutlery, anything, but pizza is easy and I'll just nom it like a savage once it cools. Yay first meal in my new place. MY new place! I seriously can't stop smiling and dancing. I love it! Although at the moment, I'm sprawled on the floor writing this, cause I have no furniture, but that's not stopping me from being happy!
Well, other than the 10 000 legged bug I found dead in the sink. Ew. (ETA: Foreshadowing for my future ghetto bug battles, maybe?)
Mmm...slightly burnt pizza...
Sept 9, 2008
It's been a week since I arrived in Kingston. Wow. Apartment-wise, I'm still happy, especially now that I have all the basics. Phone will be in next week, I have a bed (my back told me the floor wouldn't work out after the first night), a couch, table/chairs, a lot of kitchen stuffs, etc. :) I love my ugly mix of stuff, mostly because it's mine.
Fast forward to November 29/30, 2010, on my very last night in this apartment, and even though I have to be up early tomorrow, I can't sleep. I'm feeling so sad to be moving out of this place. Gave away my bed this evening, so I'm sleeping on the couch mentioned in one of my dead-tree journals entries from my first week in Kingston, and I just keep looking around and tearing up. This was my first apartment where I wasn't a complete disaster trying to live on my own, and I think it was a success. I was happy here, and I made it so completely my own that I hardly recognize the place now.
I worked here, played here. Had friends over to visit and had friends and lovers over to stay. I loved here, relaxed here, cried here, got sick and well again here. I learned to cook for myself here. I didn't just exist here, like in past places I've had: I lived here. It became my home. And I'm so sad to be giving it up.
Because it's not just about the apartment. It's about this vibrant little city, with it's long history and beautiful architecture. It's about the eclectic population and random occurrences. (Seriously, how many places have you seen a horse-riding Mountie patrolling rural streets in a city, or watched a unicycle race in the park while a couple of guys practice tight-rope walking, or watched a young man dressed up as a cat running down the street in late November?)
And above it all, it's about the amazing people I've met, and the great friends I've made here, and that is what's breaking my heart.
Thank you Kingston, for all the good memories and all the strange memories and even all the sad memories. And mostly, thank you for being a magnet for such awesome people. Though I'm sad to be leaving now, at least I know I'll never forget my time here.
Alright. Enough with the sap. Time to go to bed. I have a long day of packing and moving ahead of me. Good night all. And good night, little apartment. You've been a terrific home these past 2+ years. *mwah*