Dear anonymous,
As evidenced by various situations, my family is quite cheap. We buy things on sale and shy away from expensive stores (my sister and I occasionally being an exception to this rule). If we can haggle, we haggle.
It puts me off however, to work like this. The current situation is as given: my sister and I need a parking spot in our building. The developer is asking $125 a month which is typical for the city we live in and the fact that we live in a new condo building. There is a notice up on the notice board where a tenant currently holds a spot but is hoping to rent it.
Emailing him, he stated he was asking the going price. We offered to take his spot but asked for a discount. His response was to bring it down to $115 which is a 9% reduction. My sister looks at this price and counter-offers a price of $95.
Perhaps this is just me but, it seems very cheap to be asking for approximately a 25% discount. Understanding that we are university students with very little money, it is our choice to have the car with us as opposed to having it at home with our parents. It is also slightly cheaper for us to drive as opposed to taking transit but, this man is already paying $125 a month for his spot. It seems like we are cheating him.
Maybe it's just me.
Love,
Michelle
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Monday, 27 January 2014
Monday, 29 April 2013
Typical Monday night?
Dear anonymous,
I am currently seated on my bed in a barren room (other than the numerous garbage bags full of clothes and baskets full of crap) blogging about moving out. Am I a stereotypical blogger yet?
This is it. The last night that I will be staying in this place I have called home for the last 8 months. The posters are down, the photos are in plastic page protectors, the fairy lights are wrapped up in a box and the dressers are empty. Tomorrow morning, I'll take apart my wonderful IKEA bed and move the first of my stuff to the new condo I'll be living in. Wednesday morning the rest of it will go in a big 10 foot uHaul.
Wow. 8 months has flown by. I can't say I'll miss it too much. The year has had its ups and downs and living here has definitely has its ups and downs, too. Mostly I'm excited for the next chapter of my life. Fourth year, new condo in downtown Toronto, living with my sister, commuting back to school. It's all going to be so new. I have come to embrace new experiences though.
So here's to a fun move (not!) and lots of new experiences in the year to come!
Love,
Michelle
I am currently seated on my bed in a barren room (other than the numerous garbage bags full of clothes and baskets full of crap) blogging about moving out. Am I a stereotypical blogger yet?
This is it. The last night that I will be staying in this place I have called home for the last 8 months. The posters are down, the photos are in plastic page protectors, the fairy lights are wrapped up in a box and the dressers are empty. Tomorrow morning, I'll take apart my wonderful IKEA bed and move the first of my stuff to the new condo I'll be living in. Wednesday morning the rest of it will go in a big 10 foot uHaul.
Wow. 8 months has flown by. I can't say I'll miss it too much. The year has had its ups and downs and living here has definitely has its ups and downs, too. Mostly I'm excited for the next chapter of my life. Fourth year, new condo in downtown Toronto, living with my sister, commuting back to school. It's all going to be so new. I have come to embrace new experiences though.
So here's to a fun move (not!) and lots of new experiences in the year to come!
Love,
Michelle
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Are we really friends?
Dear anonymous,
Ethan keeps bringing up a slight mishap from the end of last summer. We had gotten really close so naturally when summer was ending, I implied that I would never see him again. I had many reasons to believe this, the main one being that he had constantly told me he would not be visiting me in my new house. As it turns out, I was wrong and he continuously brings it up.
Tonight at Anita's goodbye get together, he brought it up once again. In a different context this time, referring to my move on May 1st to downtown Toronto. As usual, Ethan said that we would still be friends despite the fact that I was moving. I replied by saying sure and he countered by saying that I said the same thing last summer but we are still friends and see each other.
Can we really call each other friends though? As of this year, we have had approximately one real conversation. Any other real conversations have happened with April present. Not that this is a problem because she is wonderful and beautiful and I would tell her my life story if we ever had a minute to see each other but, it's not a friendship between me and him anymore.
To me, Ethan stopped being my friend when he asked me if I was still self-harming then proceeded to tell me that I no longer had to tell him because he wasn't obligated to care (as my don, he technically was). It's not even that it made me angry but it made me realise for the thousandth time in my life that people only care when they have to and that nothing is forever. I expected our friendship to stay strong and that he would be someone I wanted to tell things to for years and years yet in the span of 2 sentences, all that went down the drain.
If I can't tell him about anything in my life from the most minute detail like getting a haircut to the deepest secret I covet, we are not friends.
So sorry, Ethan, if you ever read this but we are not friends. So you can stop saying that we are going to stay friends after I move because that ship has sailed. At least for me.
Love,
Michelle
Ethan keeps bringing up a slight mishap from the end of last summer. We had gotten really close so naturally when summer was ending, I implied that I would never see him again. I had many reasons to believe this, the main one being that he had constantly told me he would not be visiting me in my new house. As it turns out, I was wrong and he continuously brings it up.
Tonight at Anita's goodbye get together, he brought it up once again. In a different context this time, referring to my move on May 1st to downtown Toronto. As usual, Ethan said that we would still be friends despite the fact that I was moving. I replied by saying sure and he countered by saying that I said the same thing last summer but we are still friends and see each other.
Can we really call each other friends though? As of this year, we have had approximately one real conversation. Any other real conversations have happened with April present. Not that this is a problem because she is wonderful and beautiful and I would tell her my life story if we ever had a minute to see each other but, it's not a friendship between me and him anymore.
To me, Ethan stopped being my friend when he asked me if I was still self-harming then proceeded to tell me that I no longer had to tell him because he wasn't obligated to care (as my don, he technically was). It's not even that it made me angry but it made me realise for the thousandth time in my life that people only care when they have to and that nothing is forever. I expected our friendship to stay strong and that he would be someone I wanted to tell things to for years and years yet in the span of 2 sentences, all that went down the drain.
If I can't tell him about anything in my life from the most minute detail like getting a haircut to the deepest secret I covet, we are not friends.
So sorry, Ethan, if you ever read this but we are not friends. So you can stop saying that we are going to stay friends after I move because that ship has sailed. At least for me.
Love,
Michelle
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