Adventures in Emmieland

We are finally in our apartment. Picked up the keys at nine this morning and since we were already in town Das showed me around the neighborhood. The reason we were in town is because round about 3am our roommate decided that he had been nice enough and wanted his place back. So he woke me up to tell me to pack while das has stepped out for a smoke. He was as usual drunk/high and at that point e were fed up so I gathered what I could remember with so little sleep and he threw all our stuff out by the elevator and slammed his door. I tried to tell him that he still had something of Das' in the apartment but he didn't care. He also kept our cleaning supplies including the broom mop and dustpan we had bought when we moved in and all the food we had gotten the night before. Even helped himself to several rolls of the pack of toilet paper we'd bought. Smh. But we gathered our stuff packed up he car and was out of there before 4 so since we couldn't get keys that early we...

We move into the beautiful apartment tomorrow. I might be just a smidge biased as to it's beauty since I am beyond happy to be moving into our own space finally. It feels like we are now really starting the life we came here to live and no longer being sidetracked with the unexpected. I'm so tired of being tired and on edge and it all comes to an end tomorrow morning at 9 am. Not that I assume having our own apartment will make us trouble free but it certainly will cut down on the dramas inflicted upon us by substance abusing roommates, a building full of people who feel it is their god given duty to party away every dime at the end/beginning of the month in the least legal manner possible and the dreary surrounding. I've noted that the look of a place does affect your mood and a place with holes in the walls, insects crawly boldly in the full light, rude drawings on every wall, and a dinge that even the most dedicated scrubbing can't get clean well that hasn't be...

So I have begun writing again and I love it. In fact I wonder why I stopped. I guess it is too easy to be overwhelmed and let the things that feed you fall by the wayside while concentrating on the important things. Funny how we so often forget that doing things purely for our own enjoyment are important things. I think it's something most people are guilty of but with women it reaches the heights of an epidemic. I am truly blessed to have Das who prods me into things he knows I love just because he thinks it is good for me to do me things. Once we get settled in our apartment I am also going to contact someone who is doing profiles on women to volunteer.  Modeling in the charity shows was something I liked and I want to keep up the body positive work. I don't mind being visible and naked for the cause. I don't want to just move out here to such a vibrant city and not partake of opportunities that weren't available to me before. While I feel no need to do everythin...

There isn't much going on here, well there is stuff going on but I swear it is too crazy to be real. The guy who we sublet from decided out of the blue that he was moving back in. Mind you he had no money for a refund so we didn't go anywhere. Left on his own he is ok-ish if a bit obnoxious. Sadly he is rarely content with his own company. In the last two weeks I have witnessed all types of ilicit drug use. Watched as Das talked him down from a bad high, listened to him rant and rave about it being his place so he can invite over whoever he damn well pleases and boy his choice of associates are shady at best. There has been a woman so raveged with drug use I swore she was in her sixties. She isn't anywhere close to that. She was actually the most normal of the motley crew that has come through here.  The excessively loud at 2 am high/drunk guy was a rare treat, as was the dude who showed up seemingly uninvited but decided to stay and entertain us with his tales of jail t...

I have been tasked with writing a short story. Das says that I tell a good story and it's no great leap from blogging and poetry to short stories. Now all i have to do is find a starting point. It's great how much faith he has in me but a bit overwhelming at times because I don't want to dissapoint him by not living up to his expectations. Somewhere along the way in this journey to reestablishing ourselves here I've found he's gotten sweeter. Mind you he has said that he can't wait until we are in our own place which seems to have walls of concrete. From the hall you can't hear a peep and nor can anything be heard from inside. He liked that a lot since he is plotting on delious ways to torment me.  I left behind the toybag but I don't think that will be enough to keep my bum from being reddened. I must say I'm looking forward to it myself. Back to his added solicitousness, he has expressed more patience and is cuddlier and quicker to respond when...

Today was the great lease signing so one more move is upcoming in a week but it is one that I am heartily looking forward to. I love the new place but oh my the baptism by fire I had to get out there today was trauma inducing. The only public transit I have even previously taken was the Bart in San Francisco and that is very straight forward. This city is obviously trying to give Machiavelli a run for his money. I took a cab to the GO station, easy enough so far, even got off at the correct stop and that is where things got ugly. Das had given me careful instructions of which exit to take out of the station but what neither of us considered was that he sits toward the front of the train and I apparently sat towards the back. I hop off the train rather proud of myself for having navigated ticket counters and boarding on the south side of the train without incident. Pride really does go before a fall. I did exactly what he said to do and yet the exit sign I was told to look for wasn...

The stuff that occurs to me is pretty random. Right now I am siting in a laundry mat waiting for my three loads to dry. When I walked in I was completely lost as to how to deal with coin machines and where to get change and those big rolling baskets. I figured it out but it is one of those things that tells me that I don't belong here. I'm not in my natural element and it shows. At the beginning of April we are moving to a building in a much better part of town and it has an in house laundry room along with a social room so that you don't have to just watch your clothes circle about and a gym in case you want to sneak in a workout. That is more my element. I am very much a creature of comfort and a certain amount of privelege. This move has been eye opening to me because I discovered I am stronger than I thought I was. I dealt with living in a no tell motel for a bit as well as several nights in the car hoping the gas didn't run out. And now i'm staying in the ...

We've made huge strides in getting stuff done since we got here in January. Today we opened a bank account, the last thing on the list of must do soon is procure an apartment. We are going to look at one this afternoon that is really cute and I want it. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Yesterday after more crazed behavior from  our oldest dog we made the decision to take her to the humane society. I simply can't control a rambunctious puppy and deal with her new aggressiveness and destructiveness. Das took her which I know was hard for him. He said when they got there she tried to attack another dog who was walking several feet away and snapped at one of the volunteers. Since she has never before been snappish with people it pretty much solidified that something is wrong that is beyond our ability to deal with. Maybe the move was way too much for her at her age since as far as I know she was in great health. Took her for a check up right before we left but something has...

Our older dog is acting out pretty badly and it's driving me crazy. Now I wasn't a huge fan of bringing her in the first place so everytime she tears up our stuff or messes in the house I just glare at home more resolute in my feelings that she has to go.  Now that we are actively looking for apartments the dogs are another hindrance because the cuter places in our price range have a no pets policy. If I end up in a place that I'm not thrilled about I'm going to be royally pissed.  I know Das loves loves loves his animals but right now I am not feeling the love. 

It has been crazy hectic around here but what else is new. Das got a job and starts on Monday which leaves home alone with the pups. I'll be needing all the happy thoughts available since baby pup still thinks I'm a giant chew toy. That might have been cute when he was 5lbs but at 50lbs not so much. We are on our way to becoming established but man is it hard work. Today was spent driving all over the place looking for somewhere to live that isn't 800 million miles from the job. We found one place we liked so moving toward the next steps. I'm terribly allergic to something (i swear it's the dogs) so i've been either drugged up and out of it or itchy runny and miserable. I really need to learn to exist somewhere between extremes. My phone is giving me fits too, dropping calls every 2 minutes due to new towers I was told. Also apparently unlimited data translates into after 10 MB we will slow your shit down to near uselessness except for email. The fine prin...

We found a cute one bedroom apartment yesterday with the most adorable office manager. Of course we put in an application so now I am waiting with baited breath to see if we've been accepted. It's not available until April but I'm ok with that since it is exactly the kind of place I would love living. Everything is well cared for and the people are a tight knit group who look out for one another.  It's also tucked off the main roads in a quiet residential neighborhood. So far my experience of living in the city has been overwhelmingly positive. The little old lady across the hall from where we are staying right now gave us a couple of pounds of ground beef for the dogs. She is a sweetie. I'd never before seen soap freeze but our big bottle of soft soap was frozen solid when we pulled it out of the car yesterday. So were my facial wipes. They are all mostly thawed now.  Food is very affordable, some of the cheapest food is fish and meat pies. Not exactly junk. I...

So after more delays a missed plane a switch in airlines a 4 hour layover and a temporarily lost in space ticket, I made it back to Toronto.  They I was promptly sent to be questioned by an immigration officer because of my jacked up flight stuff so yea not at all happy with the airline. When I was finally released to get my bag I discovered that my bag had not made it. So I got into the city about 9:30 pm but didn't make it out to the car until after 11:30pm. Spent a day and a half just sleeping. Today I think I feel human again.

Sitting in the airport waiting on my flight.. only 11 hrs to go. My original flight was supposed to leave this morning at 11am but was delayed and delayed and delayed some more until about 5 hrs in it was cancelled and there were no more going out today. Oh well at least the people watching is decent in airports and this one has free wifi and ample plugs so I have plenty of juice for my laptop.

I watched a beautiful pole dancing video on upworthy a few minutes ago and I liked it. I did notice something though, in the video while it was all about women embracing and expressing their sexuality I found it interesting that the song used was not a "sexy" or raunchy one and the moves were sensuous but not something you would often see in the club. It's like there is the acceptable version of the embraced sexuality which isn't the raw bump and grind kind. That would be going too far.  Now I know that is not everyone's personal ideal for themselves but whenever I see the videos of how women are taking back their sexy it never seems to be included. It's always the low key dare I say non threatening version of sexy. Sexy can be slow, sensual, and low key but it can also be loud, messy, and off the hook. There is nothing wrong with embracing all kinds of sexuality as long as you are being true to yourself. In fact while we may lean more toward one style or ot...