Within my 23 years of existence, I can count on one hand the number of homes I’ve lived in for an extended period of time. The one place I’ve called home for over 20 years is my tiny apartment in Downtown, Vancouver. Recently, that has changed.

So, there’s a thing in Chinese culture where getting married also means buying a place. Granted, I don’t have any plans to get married any time soon. I’m certain, however, that this was one of my parents’ expectations when they were helping me shop for a new place. Within half a year, my formerly humble abode was promptly vacated and all the random shit that has piled up over the years has been unceremoniously moved to my new house.

Honestly, that week was the most I’ve ever spent on gas. The one note I’d like to make for myself (and readers): get a U-Haul. Seriously, I have a super cramped 2013 Toyota Camry and it took a solid N+1 trips in order to move everything. For the larger pieces of furniture, getting a moving company was unavoidable. Everything else, though, was jigsawed into the trunk of my car and hauled over one carload at a time.

I’m glad that it’s all over with. Doing it was stressful; especially when I’m also working. There’s also COVID-19 plus all the other things in life I have to worry about. While I’m slowly settling into my new place, I’m getting excited about all the things I can do with this new-found space. One thing is certain: I’ve got to find a way to get rid of more stuff!






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