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22Aug/110

Weekend misadventures

Here's my weekend in a nutshell:

I hung my Michaelangelo mirror downstairs in the basement. A mirror I've had since I was perhaps 5 or 6, before I was even a fan of the Ninja Turtles as a kid. I've realized that I'm kind of scared to look in it while down there because I'm afraid a ghost will be behind me...

earwigI was doing laundry and decided that since it was such a nice evening, I would hang my clothes on the clothesline. It was after dark when I took them in so I through them in a clothes-basket and set them in the kitchen while the dryer worked on the second load. An hour or so later, we notice an earwig on the floor. I squish it. Then there's another one! And a third one! And four! I'm confused at this point and slightly concerned at the possibility of there being an actual earwig infestation in the house. Then it dawns on me, my clothes. I pick up a few articles and sure enough, there were more in there. So I throw them in the washer, albeit squeamish, to redo them all over again.
No more bugs!

On Saturday night, Adam and I went to get some groceries. It was nearly 11pm so we had an hour. Once in there, I had fruit and banana bread in my cart before realizing that my upper leg felt airy. My shorts had been completely ripped from the top to the bottom. I was mortified! I insisted Adam give me his button-up shirt that I could use as a wrap-around (kind of like how runners will wrap sweaters around their waist) only it was a short-sleeve. I had to rush out and drive home to change.

Last night while in bed, all covered up, I realized the bedroom door was still open. In keeping with the nagging thought of ghosts, I got up to close the door because I was afraid of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a ghost passing through the hallway.
It's not that I don't necessarily believe in them but the option is there in my mind for some sort of existence. I'd rather remain ignorant. It's scary.

And to start off the new week: Happy Birthday to Adam!

21Aug/110

First Glimpse

Everytime I move to a new apartment, it typically has been a bittersweet feeling because not only am I leaving behind the place I've lived in before but I'm also leaving behind the setting of some of recent memories attained while living in that place. Different apartments I've had before are the basis for more memories than others but each one I have fond memories of, people that I've lived with, parties had there, etc.
My last apartment in particular was one the holds some fond memories. It was my favourite apartment I've had in that it was a proper one-bedroom that I lived in on my own so everything was done on my own terms. I didn't have as many gatherings as the year I lived with Gina and Kim for example, but I had people over and still had some good times there. I had always considered it my getaway from everything when I was there and when it came time to move, I was indifferent to the idea of even moving. I was satisfied where I was. My last time there when I left the keys, I took these photos. Two years I had spent sleeping in that bedroom, cooking in that kitchen and hanging out in that living room. Two years I had a place to call my own.

living room kitchen bathroom door

The place I did move to is located in the Hydrostone, the heart of Halifax and one of the oldest neighbourhoods of the city having been constructed immediately after the Halifax Explosion in the late 1910s and early 1920s. Most of the houses in the neighbourhood are from around that period and a lot of them are surfaced with stone and actually hold a lot of character. It's a very nice neighbourhood.
Walking to work in the mornings, sometimes I don't put on my iPod because I pass by people out walking their dogs and they'll always greet me. The people here are friendly and neighbourly. It's refreshing and enlightening. The Hydrostone has that small-town feel with the luxury of being in a bigger town.
Our actual house has a front and backyard so there's lots of greenery with plenty of plants. Very visually appealing. Most of the houses in the area have both. I love the hidden backroads between the rows of houses on each block. I love that there's a nice park across the street up on the hill. And there's a corner store a few blocks up where the shopkeeper has a reputation of being neighbourly. So far in my experience, the rumours are true. He's quite friendly. And of course, the Hydrostone Market has some pretty interesting shops and restaurants. Julien's Bakery and Salvatories Pizza are two spots that I like.
The actual house we live is very nice. Large kitchen, a guest-room, an extension to the bedroom, a large basement. Each window has something nice outside. It's well-lit. It's quiet. Hardwood floors. And I think we've done an excellent job at decorating and arranging. Below are some photos of the new place. We hope to be having friends over for dinner and games very soon and perhaps a martini gathering.

back yard front door living room guest room

18Aug/110

What haunts now

Rumour has it my house is haunted.

The new house that we just moved in to. Before our current landlords, who live above us, bought the house, a part of the main level where we live was a photography and graphic design business. One of the current bedrooms served as the office where there used to be a door that has since been closed off. As the story goes, people coming into the office would see ghosts. That's pretty much all I know. I don't know how long ago it was nor do I know how often it happened or even if there's any truth. I do think that the history of houses is pretty interesting and this house dates back almost a hundred years as it, along with most of the neighbourhood, was built following the Halifax Explosion.

When I first moved into this area, I did wonder whether there were any stories associated with the houses here. Ghost stories seem to always be closely related to old houses and buildings. A quick internet search didn't really reveal anything about the area in relation to ghosts at all.

ghost

A face in the door?

I've never seen a ghost before or had any sort of feeling that involved a ghost or anything supernatural. The closest I've come to having anything to do with ghosts at all was finding a photo on my mom's camera taken at my cousin's house a few years ago. I absolutely love ghost stories and hearing first-hand experiences. It's fascinating. As to whether or not I even believe in it, I'm not sure. I think the idea makes me slightly uneasy so I suppose in that sense, I'm open to it. I think it would be naive to completely shut the door on the possibility considering there's been so much soft evidence from so many different people over so many years but then it may also be because people expect it to some degree. If I were to have a questionable experience in my house now, I'd probably be more willing to associate it with something ghostly because I halfway expect it. Either way, it's kind of a fun thought and makes a fun story.