Moving Books

Curran and I just moved into our first place together: a loft in Vancouver’s Mount Pleasant neighbourhood. I’ve been working to get this 1100sqft, two bedroom, two level space into shape for a week now, and have finally decided to leave the rest for Curran when he arrives in two weeks. We’re still waiting on two more furniture deliveries, so there will certainly be enough for him to do! Tomorrow, my good friends David and Terry are helping me move all of my books. As I’ve amassed double what I brought from Toronto, this will be quite the task. Once the books are in, though, the place will truly be home.

Performing all of these seemingly mindless domestic tasks — assembling furniture, cleaning, painting, refinishing, junk shopping, bounching between Canadian Tire and Home Depot — has been strangely therapeutic. I just submitted my final paper for my Exposures seminar, and am working two jobs at UBC, one as a Curricula Editor for an Indigenous Education resource with the Faculty of Education, and working on curricula development for Canadian Literature’s Canlit Guides web resource. Working on the loft has been a welcome brain vacation.

I also realized how amazing it is to finally own furniture I would like to keep. It occurred to me that since I moved out on my own as a teenager, I haven’t invested in anything I could reuse. Why would I? I’ve been travelling and bandying about for the last five years. Futons and cheap particle board tables were functional and cost-effective. Now, as Curran and I spend all of the money we saved to get a place together, it’s amazing how much calmer I’ve become. After living in an anonymous room at Green College for a year, which was a great experience nevertheless, I feel considerably more relaxed in a home with objects I truly feel are mine. No, this isn’t just consumerist rhetoric, it actually makes me feel more at peace to know that these objects will stay with me for a while. If I move, I will take them. My phase of cheap, wasteful, and repetitive consumption is over. I’ve found a long-term home in Vancouver, even if that just means the next few years as I finish my PhD. That’s certainly long term to me.

Here’s a peek at the main floor of our new place. Not all of the furniture has arrived, nor my books, nor his books, nor my art. This will give you a general idea, nevertheless. Did I mention Curran arrives in two weeks?!



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