More moving,weeee

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't there. I figure it must have been written smaller than the others so I looked and looked wandered around, went down a street that was decidedly not he right one came back to my starting place and went the opposite way. I did this several times before getting a text that Das has arrived and didn't see me. I told him where I was and was told that I was on the completely wrong end of the station. So I wandered around a bit more until blundering into a construction zone and obviously looking like a waif because one sweet man asked me where I was trying to go in a voice usually reserved for the very young or mentally unbalanced. A woman came along to help him give directions and ended up walking part way with me to ensure I was headed in the correct direction.

While all this was going on I was also keeping up a steady stream of text to Das trying to appraise him of my whereabouts but answering his questions in such helpful ways as "inside" to the query of where in the station I was. The patience of a saint the man has since I am telling this tell and he didn't throttle me in frustration. We finally conect in the proper spot and he takes me to where I would have exited the train had I been sitting in the first few cars. Freaking signs for Bay street everywhere. Who knew that would make a difference? He said that he assumed I would go to the middle part which name I can't remember right now and I told him I didn't know I was supossed to. The look on his face...

So that is when I discover we are taking the subway. When we got to the right area of the subway station he showed me the map. The map is what did it I started hiccup in g like a little kid about to go into full fledged meltdown. All I could see was a bunch of names and colors that made no sense and the idea that I should know how to traverse it was overwhelming. Luckily he was calm and talked me down soothing my fear and ke ping me from embarrassing myself by doing the ugly cry in the middle of the station.

The subway ride was uneventful until he mentioned that we then had to get on the streetcar. I think it was then that I swore to go nowhere that I couldn't get to by foot. He laughed at me but I was dead serious. I get lost pretty easily to being with so the idea of casually switching which method of travel I'm taking in one trip, oh hell no.

On the street car I was a quaint ed with the tug a rope to ring the bell so that it actually stops at your stop. This  is essential info that had it been overlooked would have caused me endless hours of riding the car back and forth wondering why it kept skipping my stop.

When we got off there we still had about another city block before stopping for lunch about two minutes from the apartment building. After all that I needed sustenance.

The trip home was blessedly without incident aside from my first experience buying a token and trying to figure out how to pay my fare and get a transfer simultaneously.

I got home and crashed. Now it is time for a Friday night party of ginger beer and lasagna.