Tuesday, June 29, 2010


There have been a few miscalculations on this journey, but possibly none greater than housing.

I always presume too much. I just figured that there would be a lovely 1-bedroom apartment in downtown Charlottetown, within walking distance of the famous Victoria Row. Moreover, it would be available precisely at the right time, for the right $, and there would be a parade for my arrival. Streets lined with 27-year-old cheerleaders throwing flowers, Mardi Gras beads, and bras in the air.


Negative. Though the fight is not yet over, it seems that the usual problems of city life (namely, finding a place that isn't a studio, and one with a parking space) is a universal constant, whether it be in Boston or Charlottetown. This is painful.

I can always cop out and move to Stratford (near work) or in the outer perimeter of the downtown core. That would be easy, and as my innate need to find a routine intensifies, it is likely. I'm torn between holding out for my ideal spot and for just settling somewhere.

(Note that so far, my current situation, with family, is going splendidly. However, the prospect of 1-2 more months inevitably wears on everyone involved.)


ps. Still no stuff. Who knows when. However, a victory on importing the car today. I think I will have all my paperwork on Canada Day, no less!


Just me said...

I don't know if you have found 'the apartment' or made a decision, but I would wait a month or so...spread the word. I know my sister knows a ton of people in that area--she has a business downtown and may know a few people that can help you out.

CaptainCanuck said...

Thanks! As it turns out, I did go for one this weekend. It is a solid compromise between my various criteria... I'm enthusiastic about it being near the Confed trail (at Joe Ghiz park)