The First Week

 The first week was slightly insane. My friend, who also happened to be moving places at the same time I was moving in, and I rented a car. We went shopping. It was bananas. I have never, in my life, spent that much cash in one go ever. After I forgot my wallet and getting lost (gps is the devil/paid bridge toll total of 8 times in one morning) we did some serious damage.

that my friends, is just the start. Even after all that shopping, I still didn't have dishes. So for the first 11 days (yes, eleven) I ate mainly off of a lid from a pot I had brought with me, and paper-towels (note my excellent phone book in place of table usage) 

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Luckily but the weekend I sourced myself a table at the Halifax Dump and Run. The dishes though, they did not get purchased until much later. I scrubbed my place from top to bottom (dirtiest place on earth) and after a few days it finally looked like a Place.

 Turns out it rains here. Alot. So my wanderings were kept to a minimum that week, but I had plenty to keep me busy indoors. A more in depth apartment post to come including where I got what and how much cash monies I dropped to make this place mine.