A couple weeks ago, T. moved out of the upstairs suite, sans partner G., who told us last night that this is going to be permanent. And, he’s not sure if he’s going to stay there by himself. I don’t know if this is callous and opportunistic of me, but that’s a kickass suite and the rent is great, and I’d love to move up there. I’m pretty sure I’d find some friend to share it with since I don’t think I’m ready to live with James.
Commuting has improved 110% now that my bike is road-worthy again. I don’t care if it’s dark and rainy and the visibility is piss-poor… I love it way better than being stuck in the skytrain or in traffic, and my mood has even improved since I’m being active again.
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