September 05, 2006

Touched By An Angel

And lo!, The Great Flat Hunt comes to an end. My feet are calloused and sore from two and a half days of solid walking; my shoulders bruised and tender from two and a half days of lugging around my laptop; my soul somewhat crushed by the experience (as many warned it would be). But this afternoon I put down a deposit on a nice little place in a converted church, just a few minutes walk from Islington's Angel station— widely regarded as one of the trendiest places in the universe. After the stress and desperation of finding next to nothing over the past few days, a great weight lifted from me as I signed the necessary forms in the estate agent's office.

The weight remained lifted for about three minutes. Then I started worrying about how I would ever pay for the damn thing.

Still, I love the neighbourhood, filled as it is with quirky bars, back street boutiques, and coffeeshops spreading out as far as the eye can see. There's even a supermarket about fifty metres up the street, which will make a nice change from the Sisyphean schlep to Provigo that I had to endure in Montreal. And my building is great, too— I mean, a converted church! Oh, how I will cackle with cynical, hipster irony as I drink, fornicate, and generally carouse under God's roof! All those wannabe mocking-religion-for-kicks jerks who walk around in "Jesus Is My Homeboy" t-shirts will be positively green with envy.

Coming up next week: The Great Job Hunt!

1 comment:

Adrienne said...

Congratulations! Yay living somewhere! Good luck affording it! Yay being able to comment!

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