A journey of a thousand miles…
… begins with a single parka.
Yes, it’s true. I’ve started moving into my new place. As of September 1, I’ll no longer be living with Phil and Tristan. I got myself a tiny little bachelor apartment at Victoria and Shuter. It’s close to Jenna, close to work, and close to the Queen subway station.
Even though I won’t move the bulk of my stuff until this weekend, I started today. I stuffed my parka into a plastic shopping bag, dropped it into the milk crate on the back of my bicycle, and drove it down the street. Luckily, I’m not moving far.
It looks pretty lonely all by itself in my closet, but soon enough, there’ll be more than enough crap crammed in beside it to keep it company.
Back in university, Natasha and Sharon had a poster in their living room of a guy walking along the water with the caption:
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
It was easily the most depressing thing I had ever read.
When they moved out after fourth year I took it with me.
Phil The Thrill
11 Aug 06 at 12:04 pm