05.26.09

Renos, Part 1 of, oh, probably 80

Posted in Reno saga at 10:31 pm by jeci

It turns out a highly effective cure for a fairly serious case of The Sads over having to move is to get yanked out of your malaise by a rip tide of DIY renovations on your new home. We took possession of our new place on the 15th (the same day, naturally, that we had house guests arriving from out of town, because isn’t that always the way?). And since roughly the moment our guests left until, well, just now, I/we have been scraping, spackling, repairing, priming, or painting something…with the exception of hauling things in and out, of course.

While this would seem the perfect place for some “Before and After” shots, what I can offer you are some “Before and What Things Look Like Right Now” shots. There were certain things that needed to be done before we could move in and, so long as all goes well, they should all be done sometime today. The rest, namely the bathroom renovations, but also a small number of fussy little things like, say, installing doorknobs or putting up baseboards have all been put on ice so that we can pack and, you know, MOVE IN. On Sunday. (Glack.) But first, indulge me in a brief word on the new digs?

The good:

  • We’re moving across False Creek, from Yaletown to Mount Pleasant. Another way of putting this is: We lead a charmed life and we’re moving from one awesome neighbourhood to another.
  • My 15 minute walking commute will be replaced by a 15 minute cycle commute that takes me along the sea wall. Ditto Kieran (see above re: charmed life).
  • We live right on the bike route.
  • We’re on the top floor and we have a stunning view of the Lions and the North Shore mountains. I would attach a photo, but unfortunately that’s not possible right now (see below).
  • We’ll have a nice roomy balcony again to enjoy said view.
  • There’s a sky light in the dining room that lets in an unbelievable amount of natural light.
  • We will have two (2) bedrooms. [Ed note: I am not pregnant. Please stop surreptitiously trying to eye my belly when I announce that. Thank you.] [You wouldn't believe how often I get that.] And two (2) bathrooms. Well, 1.5 bathrooms, if we’re going to be technical. This is the most space we’ll have had, like, ever.
  • The kitchen has already been nicely renovated and some rather lovely flooring was put in the kitchen, dining room, living room and hall. Which, in addition to making it a lovely space, might I add THANK GOD I DON’T HAVE TO DO IT. (So over renos.)

The bad(ish):

  • The balconies are under repair and the entire place is enshrouded in scaffolding, suffocating our stunning view. This situation will persist for a few months yet. It’s a bummer, but it’s actually a really good thing in terms of rain screening and other important, grown-up details one has to care about when one is getting a mortgage. And, also, the seller had to pay for the totally expensive repairs. Heh.
  • That’s pretty much it, actually.

The ugly: Picture time! I will stick to the areas we’ve tackled so far, namely the two bedrooms. First, and most contentious, is the spare bedroom. The drab, dreary, and grimy spare bedroom.

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Grimy beige carpet, grimy beige wallpaper, and a grimy beige curtain. Beeeeeeige. I hate beige. Pardon the poor lighting, by the way—I’m not sure what happened with the flash. Anyhoo, Our plan was to tear down the wallpaper (Hahahahaha. HA. HA.), paint with a pretty colour, rip out the carpet, and put in flooring that matches the rest of the place.

Is the phrase “tear down the wallpaper” echoing in your head, perhaps hissed by a menacing voice that sounds suspiciously like a scary clown? Yes? Then I would say you have an accurate grasp of what tearing down wallpaper is like. In short, three days (or 40 hours) of three of us doing this:

Coming off in inches


And this:

Day 2

I literally had nightmares (or at least weird, Sisyphean dreams) about it wherein I was ripping down wallpaper in a never ending room—wait, OR WAS THAT REALITY?—with recurring images such as this:

Saturation

Annnnnd, I’m out of time. To be continued…

05.12.09

Twentieth Time’s the Charm

Posted in Hmph, My Life Is Punctuated by Useless Bouts of Panic at 7:54 pm by jeci

First, the good news: we bought a condo. There are many things to be excited about—and you can’t tell, but I am actually excited, somewhere deep down—not the least of which is living in a space over 600 square feet for the first time in years. Thousands and thousands of years. OK, that’s obviously not true. But, you know, sometimes it feels like it when I see the cats literally walking backwards in order to get out of the way should I choose to exit the bathroom at just the right moment. What unimaginable luxury lies ahead of us: living in a space with enough room for a cat to turn around!

But I can’t right now. I can’t bring the excitement because I must gravely report the bad news: in order to occupy our new condo (perhaps you should sit down)…we are going to have to move. Remember this? And this? I can’t. I CAN’T.

I have mentioned before that I have a moving sickness that has, thus far, seen me switch homes 19 times, cities eight times, and provinces five times since I first moved out of my parents’ home 16 years ago. And whatever compulsion spurred me on all those years has since ratcheted into DREAD RESISTANCE. My moving bone is broken. I am in my Unhappy Place right now. I’ve stopped sleeping almost altogether, choosing instead to lie awake fretting over imaginary problems. And the more I like awake fretting, the more I lie awake fretting. And the more I’m completely spaced out for desperate need of sleep. The other day I put the kettle on…and then LEFT THE HOUSE to watch the hockey game.

Anyway, it’s not that I’m not excited, or ecstatic for that matter, or spending many an hour doing imaginary decorating. It’s just that…20. Twenty moves. I can’t wait to tell you all about how excited I am and how pretty everything is, but that’s going to have to wait until I get through this one more time.