Weellll, first year is over, I must say it was filled with all kinds of excitement I never anticipated. Mike sent me this picture recently of the house which he found on a news website.... I guess to remind me of the good times haha. Despite the strangeness and frustrations of living at 315 Josephine was an experience I will never forget, and one that people find hard to believe.
I moved all my stuff into my new house (which is Michelle's old house) this past Monday, it only took a few trips with the handy dandy mini-van. Then one last frustrating conversation with the old crazy landlord over what to do with the keys to the old house, one more encounter with curry smelling Mheran (Moron) Butt, the drunken Jim, and body builder Mike of whom I feel I will actually miss, he told me he was going to get his pec fixed in TO and that I should visit him in the hospital haha I doubt that will happen. Anywaysss, that's the end to the stories from this house. Now I'm just at home? I think I call it home to appease my parents...doing odd jobs and twiddling my thumbs... yaayyyy.
