My landlady is selling the house where I rent my apartment. It's not a big surprise since she's a professional property flipper. So I'll be moving out by August 15th even though I only moved in on May 15th, 2009.
On one hand, I will be sorry to leave this address because the location is excellent. I'm only a 30 second walk to Trinity-Bellwoods park.
On the other hand, I don't mind going. I thought I would be alright in this basement apartment since it was a very new renovation, but the lack of sunlight, fresh air and windows hasn't been so great. I feel like I have turned into a recluse since I've lived down here. I'm cut off from the world and have become a hermit.
Much more distressing to me than a lack of sunlight is the centipedes. There are centipedes all around down here: on the floor, on the walls, under the bed, in the shower, in my laundry basket, in my cutest stiletto heels and even perched on the doorknob. I have a problem with bugs and a thus I have a very big problem with very big bugs. I see things crawling around out of the corner of my eye and I'm on edge always. I find it hard to relax in my own home.
At this point, I'm in a phase of uncertainty in my life. I haven't started looking for a new place in Toronto because there's a chance I may be going elsewhere. But, nothing is definite yet, not by a long shot. All I can say with certainty is that my next apartment will not be a basement.