Hot Night in the City

It's funny where life takes you sometimes. If you'd told me yesterday that I would be eating dinner tonight with a Chinese computer programmer and her Quebecois chef roommate, I wouldn't have believed you. But here I am...

The move went as well as could be expected -- everything fit in the van, there were enough people to help (there's nothing more validating to my ego than the double pleasure of being a Packing Master and having friends show up just to help move said possessions), and no one got hurt or overheated. Well, no, we all overheated, but that's what you get when you move in mid-July, and no one fainted or anything. Of course, there were a few problems (my couch wouldn't fit in my room downstairs, and we got stuck on the 401 because of an accident), but no move is problem-free.

But that was yesterday. Today I spent four hours at Spadina and College looking for a laptop in 34 degree heat. But I'm fine with it; in fact, I'm doing fine with everything at the moment. Biku got called off to a last-minute job, M. had to go do some scanning (hence the dinner with people I don't really know), I just moved out of my wonderful university apartment with two awesome roomates, I have tons of boxes to unpack at home, and it's hot enough to be a health risk outside -- but I'm doing fine. Let this (and my last post) be a lesson to y'all; how you feel is all about your mental state, not external circumstances.