Ask and ye shall receive

How is this for a fast and happy wrap-up - we found a place! I will take this to mean it pays to vent into the universe at times.

After major confusion, tears and bitterness over whether the last-ditch, Holy Grail of Apartments was available, we got confirmation it is ours! (I say we, but Rob got the email and Blackberry-ed it to me approximately 2,200 kilometres away in Yellowknife, where I am currently ensconced in a hotel room drinking coffee and getting pumped about yoga class.)

I swear to god it is the Holy Grail of Apartments, a) because it came out of nowhere, typically unlisted to most serfs like we, and b) it has many of the qualities I would wish for in an apartment anywhere in the world.

Recently we were having a lazy, hypothetical conversation about, you know, living someplace where my underwear doesn't have to live in a suitcase and my sweaters can come out of the garbage bag. I listed a lofty handful of dream-features: a peninsula in the kitchen (because I talk a lot while cooking), windows that open properly (a surprisingly scarce feature in many buildings here), washer/dryer, and a second room for instruments and other musical gear.

Presto, it appeared. Seriously. A bit pricey, but that just means less ordering of clothes from American Eagle. And frankly, there is nothing else available anyway so we probably would have taken it even if it were a hovel.

We begin moving into The Grail - object of extended or difficult quest - in August. Happiness abounds.