Home sweet home

Chris and I no longer have the dorm to ourselves. We're now sharing with two Australian guys and, what can I say, at 1am, it's a treat for the eyes, ears and nose: the room now has a lingering smell somewhere between wet clothes and unwashed feet, I'm being treated to surround sound snoring of orchestral volumes and there seems to be an unidentified extra ski bum sprawled unconscious on the floor.

Good thing we've found a house! After three days of trekking round the outer reaches of surburban Vancouver looking at houses, Chris, Kevin and I have found one! It's imperfectly perfect. The decor scheme is sixties khaki (think olive greens, murky browns, yellows, wooden floors and floral work surfaces in the kitchen), seems to be built entirely of rickety wood, has the tiniest bath you've ever seen and has a downstairs basement area that could be hiding anything. Skeletons, a bloody axe, a small altar of south-facing pebbles, I wouldn't be surprised. However, it has a great front terrace, perfect for sitting out on warm evenings, it's spacious, and has an irresistible quirky, cosy charm to it. We all loved it the moment we saw it, and whilst we sat on the random sofa on the terrace for a good half hour waiting for the woman to show us round, it felt like we were already at our home. Plus it's the closest one we've seen to downtown, in a lovely street, close to the bus, cheap rent and available on a month by month basis which is handy for us working travellers.

We're handing over the deposit tomorrow and waiting for credit checks to be done and then hopefully we can move in later on this week. Job hunting continues, at various places including a chocolate cafe, an outdoor sports clothing store, various other cafes, some writing positions, and of course, there's always Timmy's to fall back on.

Should probably wrap this up...Chris has just got back in and he doesn't need the sound of typing keys as well as snores I don't suppose....bon nuit tout le monde.