Not even one week in and already I'm so angry at both Translink and UBC that I almost cried on the 99 B-line.
It's taking me a while to get settled. I can't decide where my furniture belongs and it's too heavy to move it on my own. My bed's against the wrong wall and my computer still isn't hooked up and everything's fine but not quite the way I want it. The wrinkly little dog upstairs is going to get it, soon, if she doesn't stop her 7:30a.m. barking chorus. Our shower drain is clogged.
On the other hand, we have two big soft sofas and a matching chair. We have counterspace and a dining area and full ceilings. You can't hear the TV through my bedroom door. I have enough space for the bed my father built me and our furnace purrs like a kitten and lulls me to sleep at night.
I guess I can't really complain. I just get impatient for the iron to warm up when it's time to get the wrinkles out.