Hello From The Middle of Nowhere

We're in! Two trucks, one van, five men, over eighty boxes and one lost Internet connection later we've moved into our new digs.

Truth be told we only viewed the place once before we bought it, so as the day drew closer we started being filled with anxiety, "I never really did get a close look at the open house." "The place could be a piece of crap." "What if there are no toilets?"

I'm pleased to report that the place is not a piece of crap, and there are indeed toilets. Four toilets to be exact. There are so many toilets in our home we each of us could take a shit at the same time, and still invite our neighbour over to join us.

While it may not be run down, the decor on the other hand, whoa! It's like we took a time capsule back 25 years and landed in the home of someone with bad taste. Tiffany swag lamps in the bathroom, salmon pink walls throughout the main floor, crystal chandelier in the dining room, hideous tiling. How can anyone live this way? We were hoping to be able to move in, unpack and live again, but it looks like we've got some work ahead of us.

The Boy took the whole move in stride, barely skipping a beat. The first night he was a little weirded out, but since then he's completely taken to his new surroundings. P and I on the other hand are going to take some time to adjust to our new neighbourhood. We miss the energy and convenience of nearby shops, cafes and restaurants. Now we walk out our door and... nothing. Barely a soul on the sidewalk let alone anything even remotely resembling a coffee shop. No question we are definitely in the suburbs. Might as well be the moon, but the area is actually called Killarney.

We moved here for The Boy though, and Killarney is a better area to bring him up. No more needles in the stairwell, sex in the alley, drug dealers and hippies, or more accurately hipster-doofus-wanna-be hippies. Bongo playing, baggy pant wearing hipsters - I can't stand 'em. I'm fully behind the hippie ideal that everyone should work together to make the world a better place. Wanna-be hippies only pay lip-service to the good hippie ideals, and embrace all the bad hippie traits like tie-dyed clothes, freeloading and twirling; ceaseless twirling. What is it with hippies and twirling?

Hmmmm... so no hipsters. When I think about it that way, I love my new neighbourhood!