spring cleaning

I have been spring cleaning. Literally. No clever title reference in that title.

We are spending our weekends getting rid of stuff we were hoarding during our rather lengthy stay at hotel unemployment.

Also, we have figured out that if we want to move to a nicer neighborhood we will have to downsize a little.

Which I am cool with - getting rid of stuff is hard, but feels good. Especially when you’re clever (like us) and know how to make money for your troubles.

I have been dreaming of getting a retro styled bike (like this one here I saw in my favourite new magazine Blueprint) and riding down the boardwalk I soon hope to be living next to.

Have I mentioned that I’m scared of riding my bike on the streets here? I am. I am wimpy. I find bikes adorable, I love them, but I am frightened of being crushed by trucks when riding them on scary, dirty, inner-city streets.

Plus, if we move a bike stands less chance of being stolen. Here is not such a good neighborhood for keeping a bike around. Here is a good neighborohood for locking up your crappy beater bike with the best lock available (worth more than the bike) and still having it disapear shortly there after.