Quality and Quantity of Life
Warning: This blogpost is a long and windy story about my life, which does not interest most of you and should not interest even more of you. However, family and acolytes may find the following self-indulgence interesting. Mature audiences are invited to read elsewhere.
I recently got the word that I had to move out of my place. Yes. Evicted. I could move one room over, but I've been increasingly dissatisfied with my living conditions and the amount of driving that I have to do. I decided to turn ammonia and nitrate into dynamite by getting a brand new place in an area that is closer to everything important in my life.
Like everything I do, the choice of an apartment was done on impulse and without looking at more than two places. Caveat emptor. The place is 1800 metres from the Université Laval, and 2400 metres from my training club. It is 22 km from work, but that is considerably less than the current distance and the distance is all highway. Location, location, location. It will take 16 minutes to drive to work when everyone is driving like angels, and a bit more in reality. The rest of my business is within walking and biking distance.
The time and energy saved by this move is, in theory, going to increase productivity and employee satisfaction in the L.T. Smash workshop. A lot less ridiculous traffic downtown. Way less mileage. No parking fees at the university. Way more creative cooking. The downside is the higher rent. But can you put a price on simplicity? I feel like if I can move into smaller and smaller apartments, with less and less stuff, I will have achieved an incredible feat. How many weeks can I happily live out of a suitcase? A lot.
I feel as though I have shifted my orbit, closing in around the essence of my life and cutting out some of the excess. Despite my drive to rid myself of non-essentials, I think we can agree that fridges and stoves are relatively essential in today's industrialized society. I managed to snag a fridge and a stove. I own a fridge and a stove now. I am officially grown-up. There should be a bar-mitzvah for the day a man gets his own fridge and stove. This would not actually be something that I could celebrate, but it would at least recognize the importance of the event.
So, heads-up Alberta and OPEC countries... You are getting less of my money in the third and fourth quarter of the 2006 and beyond. Take that. And that.
More to follow on this momentously mundane move. Yes, that is a threat.
I recently got the word that I had to move out of my place. Yes. Evicted. I could move one room over, but I've been increasingly dissatisfied with my living conditions and the amount of driving that I have to do. I decided to turn ammonia and nitrate into dynamite by getting a brand new place in an area that is closer to everything important in my life.
Like everything I do, the choice of an apartment was done on impulse and without looking at more than two places. Caveat emptor. The place is 1800 metres from the Université Laval, and 2400 metres from my training club. It is 22 km from work, but that is considerably less than the current distance and the distance is all highway. Location, location, location. It will take 16 minutes to drive to work when everyone is driving like angels, and a bit more in reality. The rest of my business is within walking and biking distance.
The time and energy saved by this move is, in theory, going to increase productivity and employee satisfaction in the L.T. Smash workshop. A lot less ridiculous traffic downtown. Way less mileage. No parking fees at the university. Way more creative cooking. The downside is the higher rent. But can you put a price on simplicity? I feel like if I can move into smaller and smaller apartments, with less and less stuff, I will have achieved an incredible feat. How many weeks can I happily live out of a suitcase? A lot.
I feel as though I have shifted my orbit, closing in around the essence of my life and cutting out some of the excess. Despite my drive to rid myself of non-essentials, I think we can agree that fridges and stoves are relatively essential in today's industrialized society. I managed to snag a fridge and a stove. I own a fridge and a stove now. I am officially grown-up. There should be a bar-mitzvah for the day a man gets his own fridge and stove. This would not actually be something that I could celebrate, but it would at least recognize the importance of the event.
So, heads-up Alberta and OPEC countries... You are getting less of my money in the third and fourth quarter of the 2006 and beyond. Take that. And that.
More to follow on this momentously mundane move. Yes, that is a threat.
posted by Lt Smash at 8:44 PM
1 Comments:
Love the idea of "bar-mitsvah" for getting a stove! The fridge often comes early because of the beer, so no need to be an adult but it's kind of a passage to ;-)
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