Thursday is moving day. Again. It’s shocking even to me and all the more so because my new apartment feels like such a comedown from the last several places. At just 450 square feet it will be the smallest space I’ve ever lived in. But here’s the thing . . . after two mercilessly noisy apartments, peace and quiet were the only considerations that really mattered in this home search.
Apartment hunting is all about timing and luck and there’s pressure at every juncture. The landlord at my new building was showing me the unit at noon and had other showings booked for 2 pm and 4 pm. He assured me the unit would be gone if I waffled and having missed out on three desirable places the week before, I knew he wasn’t snowing me. So I reached for my chequebook.
The rental agreement stipulates that tenants must have carpeting, which reassured me somewhat after living adjacent to sparsely furnished echo chambers. My new building is populated exclusively by mature folks — the building manager sees to that — and is on a peaceful, tree-lined street in Toronto’s Rosedale neighbourhood, an area I’ve lived in on three separate occasions so it already feels like home.
This week I went to the flat and taped off where all the furniture will go. And while it’s true that there isn’t room to swing a cat, I’ve devised a space plan that accommodates all my essentials and puts them in the proper alignment with one another. My present abode is nearly twice as big but there’s no way to position the sofa perpendicular to the TV, which is how I like it.
Also on the plus side, the west-facing unit is bright, it has a relatively large walk-in closet/dressing room and the kitchen comes with a wall of charming ’40s-style built-in shelves.
I’ll wait a few weeks before diving into painting. I’m not locked into a lease so should there be any noise issues I’m free to up and move again. And I will if I have to because nothing is more valuable than peace of mind and if my home isn’t a sanctuary from the hustle of the city then I might as well throw in the towel.
There won’t be much decorating to do once the pieces are in place. There’s no additional storage and nowhere to work on projects so I’m anticipating a lot less to blog about. I want to get back to my yoga practice, back to eating well and I’m determined to travel — I’ve already booked a two-week trip to India in December. A new era with new priorities beckons. But I promise to check in with you at least once in awhile.