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I'm Homeless in 2 Weeks

No dramatics, I literally am.

I gave up my place January 1 when I embarked on my ‘Avoiding Winter 2012 Tour‘.

Guess I should get on finding a place to live, huh. I’m good the week I get back, but only that one week.

The requirements:

  • right downtown
  • no roommates
  • parking a MUST (I’ve got some sweet Fords and Lincolns lined up for my return!)

  • and NEVER a basement apartment.  They’re bad for your head

This was my view for 3 years.

Now that is good for the head.

I could see so much when I’d wake up, and it’d make me go, “work harder, Keri.  Look at all the competition“.

That was in CityPlace. I had a really great place for a really great price, until my landlord sold it last fall. That’s when I gave away everything I own and became a gypsy.

It’s dismal out there, guys.

And the roommates are “charming” and “professional”. Uh-huh.  $800/month sub-terranean room in you’ll share with 3 noisy pigs.

And then the bed bug factor: try to save a couple hundred a month, end up burning your belongings.

If you are ever looking to start a business, rent out furnished apartments for $1,200/month; they don’t exist.

Here’s a couple of my dream places.

Another old bank. As if it’s been empty for so long.

Imagine I popped out of there when you were walking by, hi hi! Nice day isn’t it!

Dream big I say.

Last fall I looked into ‘One King West‘. Beautiful. That’s going to be a setting in my movie one day.

It’s also an old bank. Wouldn’t be my first time living in an old bank.

Oddly, I had the appointment in the morning, and that evening went there to a Stella party.

(if ever you are invited to a Stella party, go; they’re always amazing)

Thought about Etobicoke aka “New Toronto”. That place is really booming. Predicted that in 2010, ha.

Wish I could live in my beloved Cherry Beach.

I’d also like to be a house sitter for rich people. I’d be so good at that. I’m probably cleaner than them, and I won’t use your appliances.

I’ll figure it out, I don’t mind the stress. But this isn’t really stress.

Stress is living in war-torn Rwanda, looking for a bug for dinner.

If you have any ideas or links, please advise.  TTYL!