Looking for a place to live is tough work. Especially when you are poor. And away in another city.

Maybe this is the problem all along. Technically I found a job but I will still be poor. I'm excited about the work but not excited about my financials. Research really doesn't pay well... so this better be fun. One day it'd no longer be enough to go through the pain of scavenging for everything.

I was looking at ads online and whining about how ridiculous rental prices are when D stopped by the office. We ended up sitting in front of the comp checking out google street, discussing concrete vs. wood buildings, sharing or not sharing, road-facing balconies, utility bills etc. It was nice. He knows everything there is to know so there's no need to hold back; pet peeves, habits, realistic/non realistic worries. I know he will tell me if I'm being unreasonable or stupid, coz he is straight forward that way. I imagined if I were home dad would be having similar discussion with me, except instead of feeling like an individual navigating through a change, dad would make it sound.. too complicated/dangerous, like I'm about to slay a dragon. This is easier, for me. I'm gonna hate not to having a person to do this. Life's annoying that way.

On a separate note, I've been checking my mail box religiously, which is rather futile. Why? Coz Canada Post is actually on strike. But I still get that tad bit excited when I walk by the mail box. I get tad bit disappointed when it's empty, but then I walk away thinking I get to do the whole thing again tomorrow when I check my mail. It's the silly kind of fun and I feel like a kid. But it makes me smile.