Mock up photo of Malibu Condos
Ze neighborhoodless area
But I will miss that dishwasherI just finished moving out of my studio condo at Lakeshore et Bathurst and into a one bedroom apartment in the High Park area. It is a major shift for me because once again I am moving from downtown to the boondocks (well not quite, but if the cab ride from King/Queen West is $10+ home then it is far).
When I moved to the Malibu building I was so excited to be closer to downtown (moved from High Park area - how weird), to be in a condo, and to be living all by my lonesome in a brand spanking new place with granite countertops. I was so excited to be a part of the hub of the city, to be closer to my friends and all of my favorite places to shop and hang at (King and Queen St. W.)
The last year at the place has been full of discovery for me. It turns out I only go out a lot during the summer, so that is the only time accessibility to downtown (and cheaper taxi rides home) are important. I also happen to like neighborhoods. Where I was situated I had to drive everywhere, even to get a decent coffee.
Now I live 5 minutes from Roncesvalles, a cute neighborhood with a wicked baker, butcher, video store, and a coffee shop with free Wi Fi. I also live 5 minutes from Sunnyside beach, where I can go and work on my tan or my booty rollerblading. And then 5 minutes from the subway so I can take myself downtown with a lighter carbon footprint and a heavier wallet.
Well it is an exciting venture for me and one of a change while I adjust to living in a neighborhood and living without my dishwasher and air conditioning. But I feel I have learned a lot from my most recent condo experience, mainly that it ain't all it is cracked up to be. I have now found peace in my new home, one that has a groundhog in the backyard each day that devours from the cherry tree. If that isn't a sweet visitor, then I don't know what is.
When I moved to the Malibu building I was so excited to be closer to downtown (moved from High Park area - how weird), to be in a condo, and to be living all by my lonesome in a brand spanking new place with granite countertops. I was so excited to be a part of the hub of the city, to be closer to my friends and all of my favorite places to shop and hang at (King and Queen St. W.)
The last year at the place has been full of discovery for me. It turns out I only go out a lot during the summer, so that is the only time accessibility to downtown (and cheaper taxi rides home) are important. I also happen to like neighborhoods. Where I was situated I had to drive everywhere, even to get a decent coffee.
Now I live 5 minutes from Roncesvalles, a cute neighborhood with a wicked baker, butcher, video store, and a coffee shop with free Wi Fi. I also live 5 minutes from Sunnyside beach, where I can go and work on my tan or my booty rollerblading. And then 5 minutes from the subway so I can take myself downtown with a lighter carbon footprint and a heavier wallet.
Well it is an exciting venture for me and one of a change while I adjust to living in a neighborhood and living without my dishwasher and air conditioning. But I feel I have learned a lot from my most recent condo experience, mainly that it ain't all it is cracked up to be. I have now found peace in my new home, one that has a groundhog in the backyard each day that devours from the cherry tree. If that isn't a sweet visitor, then I don't know what is.
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