A place called home...

So, I found a place. The first place I looked at actually. In with a Canadian guy that seems cool, and there’s a well nice kitchen. The highlight of which is the machine that churns out ice cubes, crushed ice and chilled water on demand. The bedroom is a bit small, but seen as I have brought only the bare essentials (and definitely no where near enough of my beloved cables) there’s not much for me to put in it. Not even a bed. Will be sleeping sans mattress until I figure out how and where to source a bed…


Check out the grizzly-bearskin rug in the living room slash kitchen! We are men, we hunt, and we kill. grrr!