Crummy and Crumbly Apartments

While writing this week’s post my fire detector went off 2 - 3 - 4… 7 times. No, my apartment is not currently in flames. I am boiling water to make rice.

I’ve cleaned the elements and the stove. I shouldn’t have bothered - I just have an over eager fire detector. Sometimes it doesn’t fully go off, it just lets out little warning shrieks so I know who’s boss.

Here’s are a few of my all-time favourite little apartment quirks.

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           My bathtub doesn’t drain. It’s been like that since I moved in and four bottles of Drano later, I’ve lost hope. I know if I shower, the tub will be filled with water for (at least) the next 6 hours. BONUS – Foot bath.

-        The walls in my living room are cracked, and one wall showers the couch and floor with wall dust and crumbs. The caretaker for my building says it’s because the building is sinking into the river. Oh really? That’s cool…

-        My apartment is hotter than the Sahara all day every day. I can't complain too much though, my old apartment in Osborne Village had frost on the bedroom floors in the winter. No joke.

-      Evil  Smokey Bear lives downstairs. I get that it’s cold, but for everyone’s sake smoke outside.

 

-        This thing on my ceiling. Seriously, what is that? Did someone spill coffee upstairs or is a corpse going to crash through my ceiling one day?

Even with all that, I love my old character apartment in my ghetto neighbourhood. Here’s a couple things I enjoy, for balance. (Sorry for the weird formatting Blogger makes this list go all funny.)

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             It’s mine 
      
      It’s large-ish and inexpensive
      
      It has big sunny windows 
      
      Radiators that bang
     
      Foot shoes   

They're part of my human costume