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moving maybe
As much as I love the quirkiness of Parkdale, (maximum saturation of galleries and artists, the proximity of the Price-chopper, the free entertainment of crazy people, the ability to satisfy my art supply fetish in a matter of minutes, multiple options for great roti, most of the people I know who live in Toronto within a 5 block radius, cheap beer) we’re pretty much definitely thinking about moving.
This is mostly because Liam’s job is exactly as far over on the opposite side of the city as it could be (while still able to take public transportation), and it’s just no fun for him to sit for an hour and a half on busses, trains, and trams.
Besides, most of the reason for living in this particular neighbourhood was because of it’s convenience for when I was attending OCAD… Since that’s not happening it calls for a reconsidering of things.
Because there are certainly some less fun Parkdale elements (the weekend partiers at the Drake, the closing in of condo monstrosities, the friendly neighbourhood crack-heads, the swingers club (yes, really) and just the general urban grittiness of it all). It was fun for a while, especially right after moving back from a small town and subsequently studying Graffiti on an academic level… But now I think we’re looking for a something that’s more us, more relaxed, more convenient, more walkable, more grown-up.
We actually found the PERFECT spot in the Beaches/Beach (close to some great little restaurants; a block away from the boardwalk and parks; beautiful, green, leafy, Victorian side streets; an ADORABLE independent food market that makes it’s own fresh juice and preserves; out of the way from – but in close proximity to – the trendiness of Leslieville, and the weekend chaos of the Beaches proper).
We’ve even found the perfect little old apartment building (old oak hardwood floors and newly renovated kitchens) – only problem being that the bigger apartment we want isn’t available right now.
So it’s down to the waiting game, I guess. Which I’m ok with.
The whole concept of moving makes me twitchy. Too many choices and responsibilities. I’m perfectly happy to put it off for a little while longer.
Don’t be nervous. Life is better on the East Side!
-Karen from Cabbagetown
The waiting game sucks. Let’s play Hungry Hungry Hippos.
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Can we buy Hungry Hungry Hippos?
Actual hippos?
Yes. Real ones. Murderous real hippos. Immediately.
Well, “beautiful, green, leafy, Victorian side streets” sound pretty nice to me. I do hope I can one day visit Toronto! Someone once told me that all the women there are beautiful. Is it true?
Also, re: Liam’s comment, Hungry Hungry Hippos was my FAVORITE childhood game.
Hah, yeah, a kid with that game was totally the most popular kid on the block when I was growing up.
As to Toronto girls being the prettiest… I would like to hope so!
It’s odd though… Our girls being the hottest seems to be the first thing out of Rock Stars mouths when they roll into town. Maybe they’re just easy.
Actually I think it’s more likely that we just have the widest variety of girls due to our multi-culturalness.
Although we also have more than our fair share of lulu-lemon wearing, terrier-purse carrying, faux-blondes with nose jobs.
Full disclosure: I kind of want a tiny terrier. But not to put in purses. But maybe to wear teensy sweaters.
Just don’t get a dachshund and put a sweater on it.
She’ll just go outside, walk to the window, lay down in the snow and stare at you until you let her in.