Tag: Condo

I was truly terrified to make my way back down to Gastown to see our new place.  Emile and I agreed to meet there after work, but it was not because I wanted to.  I had already put off meeting their on Monday with some airy excuse of being too tired.  But the real reason was because I was afraid.

Seriously.  Yes, I was afraid to go and see my new condo that I had committed to paying a large amount of money for each money for the next 15 months.

1. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to find the parking and I’d accidentally pull into the wrong underground parking.  Then I wouldn’t be able to back out because there would be all these cars behind me honking.
2. I was scared that perhaps the real estate agent who arranged this deal was shady and this was going to result in me actually not have rented an apartment and that he just took our money. (despite me visiting his Re/Max office myself)
3. I was anxious that the concierge would be mean and not helpful.  (??!)
4. My gut clenched at the thought of 41 stories in the air and that I would be frightened every time I was at home.
5. The apartment shrunk in my mind and I thought all of our stuff wouldn’t fit.

All of these ridiculous fears made me feel ridiculous, and so I knew I had to go down and deal with it.   And turns out I am just a little crazy.  None of these things actually happened.  Can you believe it?  The concierge helped me find the parking location – he was friendly, our key was not a fake one,  unless I was standing on the balcony I felt fine and the apartment was the 950 square feet.

September 25th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  My god, I’m ridiculous.