stay away from Cook Street
ok.. things have moved so very very fast and in so many directions, and now i'm rather exhausted and not exactly out of the fire just yet.
it seems like i have an uncanny knack for finding THE most insane places to live. but i've sorted it out now, well pretty much.
our much vaunted move down to victoria started off really well. we were so organised and did the actual move without too much trouble. but once we actually closed the door for the first time while we were inside things just went from nutty to utterly insane in the matter of about 4 hours.
we moved everything into our new place, then decided to start putting stuff away and cleaning up as it all seemed a little dirty. no big deal. so i grabbed the bleach and headed to the bathroom to clean the tub, sink and toilet. the rach calls me into the kitchen to look at something she found in the cupboard she was cleaning. it was blue and strange, and didn't really look like anything we'd seen in kitchenware before. it was a blue vial. i didn't like the look of it, but not being a junkie, wasn't exactly sure what it was but we had very grave suspicions. so i picked it up with some toilet paper and plastic bags and threw it in the bin. we decided that it was most probably something junkie related. so we stopped cleaning and decided to try to get some sleep. we layed down for about 35-40 mins, completely exhausted, but unable to sleep. we lay there listening to the noise and strange sounds coming from everywhere in the building. we'd already had a run-in with a junkie lady at the door, so we were quite on edge. after a while, we decided to run off to the pub for a soothing beer and a vodka before it closed. we felt good, and that perhaps we were just over reacting.
so we were walking back 'home' from the pub when some mindless jerk threw an egg at us from a car, which hit us on the back. feeling insanely enraged, we realised that there was no way that we could take a bath, as it was utterly filthy, that we'd have to find some other place to stay, and considering it was 2am we headed off to a hotel for a hot shower and to relax.
we woke up in the morning, checked out and went back to our 'new home' to search every corner of the house to make sure it was safe. so we started looking around in odd spots, where we found dirty rags, more blue vials in the bedroom closet and a used syringe on top of the pantry. this put us over the edge, we grabbed everything that we could and got the hell out of there and went straight to the rental tenants office to find out what our rights were. we loaded up with legal information and went back to the place and called the landlord. this then started an hour or so long argument. he agreed to end our lease but wouldn't give back our bond, so now i'm lodging papers and evidence with the arbitration folk to recover our costs.
so we started looking through the paper for new places, called a few and made some appointments. we couldn't even speak, we were so disheartened and furious that we have to start looking all over again. fortunately, we've found a new new place right by the ocean which looks over to the olympic mountains in washington state (seattle). its an amazing place, we have our very own backyard, a super nice landlady and a much much much much much much much much better place.
i'm just so happy now, if i wrote about this yesterday i would have to had put a course language warning at the top. thankfully it's all sorted now. but jesus, what a horrible horrible couple of days. i don't think i've really even scratched the surface of all the ill feeling i was feeling yesterday. but i can now look forward to our second house in victoria.
and my camera broke the other day so i won't be able to take photo's, but rach just bought a new one so i'll probably just use hers to show off my new pad.
hope you're all good.