I'm Liv, twenty, Toronto. Art, music, fashion, cats, thrift queen.
I dont even know how to pack, man, like what the fuck am i doing
So yesterday Dylan and I went into Toronto for his job interview and apartment viewings… and we got an apartment and he got offered the job on the spot! So we’ll be living like two minutes from Kensington Market, literally maybe one minute down the street from where I lived in 2010. And the apartment is pretty much riiight in between both of our jobs. I’m so excited and happy that everything worked out so well and now we can just spend the next two weeks packing and buying stuff for the apartment and not worrying about finding a place to live and stuff. Oh, and my manager got me a raise to help out a bit with affording everything when I move. Seriously the best manager I’ve ever had. :’)
Getting a transfer to the Queen West store in Toronto, now all that needs to happen is Dylan getting a job downtown and us signing a lease and I’ll be outta this shithole city in less than a month.
Woke up this morning super stressed about nobody ever replying to mine or my boyfriend’s attempts at getting viewings for apartments, and now i’ll be going to bed with three set up for this weekend. And Wavves and Fidlar aaaaahhhhh I’m so excited.