Matt Harding formerly a game designer working with Pandemic in Australia, he now travels the world courtesy of Stride Gum dancing with people (his original he did on his own and became a cult hit on the Internet). You may think it’s silly but think of what this is actually showing. It’s an affirmation of humanity in all its forms just being human. Regardless of race, creed, location it’s just plain fun. I think we forget that sometimes. Plus the music is cool. Matt, cheers to you and keep it up, it always brings a smile to my face!
So that’s it. I’m almost through another house move. My 17th move involving permanent living dwellings since I was brought into this world.
Now you may say, perhaps knowing my history that that’s a lot, or maybe you’re coming to the strange conclusion that myself and two of my friends came to that, in reality, despite the exotic nature of my living places, I haven’t actually moved all that much! What you say? Seventeen? Well, when we started counting, amongst the three of us, the non-Canadian-born, somewhat “world citizen”-before-Canada has actually had the least postal changes.
I’m almost tempted to take that up as a sort of challenge to see if Canada Post or Canada Revenue will start thinking of me as some kind of fugitive.
Today’s move was spectacularly easy and fun. I had folks from all walks of life with friendship connections that truly are getting mangled and hard to figure out. With a bit of organization we had my entire apartment in my basement in an hour or so, packed in a truck within twenty minutes and out of the truck in the busy “Plateau” area of Montreal within fourty-five minutes (quite probably less). All my worldly posessions are in one tiny room of my new apartment.
Shortly after the move, I tempted fate and Montreal traffic cops and left the truck sitting in a reserved parking area while we all headed for beers at the neighbourhood pub.
However, oddly, I’m actually homeless. Due to the wonders of Quebec Leases which mostly come due on July 1, I won’t actually be staying over at my new apartment till then. I am instead staying at Mike’s whose wonderful Montreal Hotel for Wayward Newfoundlanders has attracted not only myself but the equally homeless Niall and Rebecca.
In trying to explain Quebec “Moving Day” to my father this morning, he kind of stammered, “isn’t that kind of a really stupid idea?”
Again thanks to (in no order): Niall, Rebecca, Phil Dawe, Isabelle, Phil DeRosa, Sabrina, Sylvie, Morgan, Michael, Nithum, Damien, Liam, Erin, you all have my eternal gratitude for lifting my posessions. And yet again I wonder… how do I collect so much crap!?!?!
