Boom Goes The Dynamite.

I had this funny starter line in my head a few days ago, but that's what I get for not writing things down as they come to me.  My thought-a-day journal has also been grossly neglected.  Grossly.

I've started to do some packing today.  I did some light packing a few weeks ago but nothing since.  And the big day is fast approaching.  In just over two weeks I will own a home.  And by the way, it's a collateral mortgage.  Good thing I have no intention of switching mid-mortgage to a new provider but as Sim predicted my banker gave me no information about the mortgage, and didn't even provide an alternative.  How am I supposed to know?  I also passed on mortgage insurance.  If I'm so disabled I can't work, I'm sorry but mom and dad I'm moving back home.  And we can sell the condo.  My coworker that went through cancer treatments for 7 weeks was denied mortgage insurance coverage.  Cancer.  It's ironic, he's lucky the cancer spread to his lymph nodes because then it was deemed to be in more than one location and he qualified for coverage.  WTF good is insurance that doesn't cover you for 7 weeks of radiation/chemotherapy just because the cancer has remained local.  My banker has also signed me up to have my property tax paid by the bank.  It's a nominal fee of $25 which I probably would have paid if he had asked me first.  But I don't like having something just added in there so I told him to take it off.  Why guess at what I want when we can have a 5 second conversation and I can tell you.  It's been an extremely frustrating process.  Almost over.

I miss Toronto already and I haven't even left.  I'm tricking myself and thinking I will miss this place.  When everything is quiet and the temperature is just right, I love this place to death.   My hardwood castle.  This desk sits just right so I can swing to the side and put my feet up on the single chair to my left.  The only window I frequently use has a crank handle (which I shouldn't consider a blessing but I do).  In the summer time I can open all the windows in the house and have the most wonderful draft.  I think I'll miss those drafts most of all.  And not feeling like I'm a sardine living in a corporate housing machine.  How could a shoe box actually cost that much money?  When did charging that much money become acceptable??  It was the best life step for me, and the place is goorrrgeous.  And in all honesty I'm not going to miss this place at all.  The noise, the lack of privacy, the internet shutting off at random times, the blown fuses in the winter.  That time when my landlord's monoxide alarm beeped every 15 minutes to alert that the battery was running out.  And a day later it went into double beeping, and then one more day later he finally got home to shut it off.  I won't miss that.  It kind of hit me all at once how much I had to put up with here.  Sim's been telling me for years this guy is a slumlord but I didn't quite believe it.  He'll find out exactly how I feel when I shame him with my parting letter.  I shouldn't be scared of leaving this place.  I made a life for myself in Calgary, and then in Toronto, and I can do the same in Mississauga.

Nothing much else new is going on.  So...laters.