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Moving on.

vijaykumar's picture
on September 18, 2007 - 12:06pm

Well, I've decided I'm moving no matter what. I've got two options, although I'm waiting to hear on option number two, which might not be for awhile yet. I'm kinda hoping for it, since it is with a friend and closer to Toronto than anywhere else I've ever lived.

Mum says to tell the landlady I have to move out because of my main health problem. I won't be totally lying on the reaction to the meds, cause we're not sure what was wrong with my arm last week. It could have been the injection, or I pulled something. Either way, it isn't bothering me now. If it does it again next month, well then, I'm going to assume it is the drug.

But the second hand smoke is by far the big push here. I can't live in that. Last year I was hardly around so it wasn't something that bothered me. I didn't like it, but it never bothered me. Although over the summer I noticed I could practice voice longer without the smoke. Anyway, mum says to tell her the doctor wants me closer to Brockville so he can give the injection and monitor it next time. That isn't a total lie...okay, it kinda is, but it's better than saying I can't stand all your smoking!

Basically I'm the type of person that just goes wherever the wind blows really. Nothing holding me anywhere. Rather hope one of these days it turns a little more permanent than a few months, but hey. Life is an adventure really, so I may as well see as much as I can while I'm here!

I think my next lesson I'm going in to get my cheques back and pull out. I want my grades,and Michael can't do that. I don't know when I'm moving back, but likely in October. I don't think I want to deal with that smoke any longer, it was just really bad last Friday. And this will give me a chance to organize for the next move.

So my niece and I are going to have a little 'Noel' listening party. I have to buy about three copies of the CD for gifts anyway, and she has her own money to buy it as well. I told her I'd get her out of school that day if she would JUST get up today. I'm bad, I know, but it worked.

I really hope the landlady doesn't get ticked with me. I hate confrontation. I mean, there's always my dad to back me up but that involves telling him all the health troubles I've been having. He doesn't even know about all the drugs I'm on. Er...I should tell him, but then he'll flip out and I'll never get to move out again.

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