If in the last little while you have seen me, I’ve been a little stressed out which is pretty rare for me and it all has to due with the house, houses and housing. For the last week and a bit me and my friends have been torturing ourselves in an attempt to get this wicked sweet awesome house downtown, it’s location is perfect, it’s huge, it’s dark, it’s old, has tones of character, has loud drug addict neighbors and even the stuff that’s bad about it I’m excited for! The house is pretty abused, it’s in bad shape a lot of the walls have huge cracks, many of the floor boards only need a good stomp to break, the back room in the basement is steadily becoming an indoor swimming pool, it is so dirty it’s hard to put words to describe it’s current state, the paint is awful and every inch of the place needs a couple new coats, it smells like cat pee, the floor may not come clean. But all this means we can pretty much do whatever we want to the place.

            I have some big plans, a rope ladder to the roof, which is already accessible but just to make it easier and some deck chairs for summer time roof lounging. Wall Murals, maybe… I really thought by writing this I would come to some grand epiphany but here I am epiphany*less, I’ve found some other places I wouldn’t mind living, but they just don’t have the open ended possibilities of these place, my fingers are crossed so many times blood flow is a thing of the past.