tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42477964179078789102024-02-19T10:48:41.516-06:00FROM SCOTIA WITH LOVEA shore girl in the flat lands.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-46314733861961865102012-11-19T11:20:00.000-06:002012-11-19T11:36:33.499-06:00Rant/Up for Discussion: TrustOh Monday, how I never seem to welcome your weekly appearance. Be gone with ye!<br />
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And yes, I'm aware that my blog has been untouched for the better part of a week or so. I'm acquiring something of a life nowadays, so writing time is limited to when work dies down and I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk and slam-back my morning coffee. Well, that and I sometimes don't have diddly squat to <strike>bitch</strike> write about.<br />
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Well that's not the case today, because boy do I have something to chat about this morning, kiddos! I am seriously Fifty Shades of Pissed. This isn't just a rant, per se. This is something I seriously want input on because I'm at such a loss for words that I could develop a complex.<br />
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Let's rewind to last night. My roommates and I had a short meeting to discuss some of the house duties and go over a few issues that had bothered us as of late. At one point the topic came up of one's friends/significant other/fuck buddies staying at our house while the person with whom the relationship is with was not present. This is something one of my roommates in particular is notorious for. He will have his little gal pal over here and there (mostly here, I'm beginning to question whether or not she's homeless) and more often than not, I find she will stay at our place while he's working, in classes, etc. For one thing, I don't mind <i>much,</i> however that's because I know her somewhat and don't have a lot to hold against her (except that she's a rude and snobby brat, and contributes to my lamp shaking every night around 1am. I wish I was joking.)<br />
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My other roommate on the other hand has probably spoken to her on a handful of occasions. You can imagine his surprise to come home after class one day to find her sitting on our sofa channel-surfing one afternoon while no one else was there. Honestly, I would be surprised as well.<br />
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So, after a minor squall we agreed that as long as the person was home with their acquaintance, there was no harm in them staying as long as they'd like. Kapeesh? Kapeesh. Just don't eat my cheese rolls.<br />
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Now, before I continue I should share a little FYI. Our house is quite old, as are the locks. In order to even open our front door from the outside, you need to unlock it with a key. We are able to open it from the inside whenever, but it locks immediately when you close it so if you forget your house key inside you're SOL. I will admit that this has been the case many a times coming home with a ton of groceries and being stuck outside, until a roommate comes home to save the day and rescue this damsel in distress from freezing her ass off.<br />
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So you can imagine the surprise that came not even ten minutes after this meeting wrapped up when my roommate's aforementioned girly-friend <i>let herself in...</i><br />
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Excuse me but WHAT JUST HAPPENED?<br />
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Turns out, my roommate actually went and got extra keys cut before giving this chick one of her own!<br />
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WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW ROYALLY TICKED OFF I AM. He's known this girl what, a month or so? Not even, actually. Make that a few weeks. In what space and time is giving her a key - might I add, without even asking our other roommate or myself prior to doing so - at all okay?<br />
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First things first. I am not chummy-chummy with her whatsoever. Sure, I'm a <a href="http://www.fromscotiawithlove.blogspot.ca/2012/10/rant-under-influence.html">nice</a> and courteous individual; I will treat any guest in our household with utmost respect. I am not her best friend, I barely know her myself. My other roommate doesn't even know her last name.<br />
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From my understanding, she has not contributed to our damage deposit. Should something go awry with her and my roommate, and she see fit to come over with some paint/trash/destructive power tools and have a fucking field day (she could be that kind of person, you never know!) who's to blame? Him. And to my landlord? Us.<br />
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I'm furious. It's not a matter of entrusting this girl with a key to our house without asking our other roommate and I beforehand, though that does still unnerve me. It's the fact that he's known her <i>less than a month.</i> Don't get me wrong, I understand trust comes in many different forms. Unfortunately for my roommate, it appears that having <a href="http://www.fromscotiawithlove.blogspot.ca/2012/10/rant-under-influence.html">a leash tied to your genitalia</a> grants you with infinite trust. Do I sound worried to you? Good. It's because I am.<br />
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Here's where the discussion comes into play. Are his actions reasonable? Am I just overreacting? Is he being a dumbass? At what point is this actually acceptable?<br />
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I haven't been this upset in a while. Seriously. <i>Any</i> input would be highly appreciated.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-57332490649163458722012-11-12T12:14:00.001-06:002012-11-12T12:14:20.996-06:00Rant: RoommatesYeah yeah, ranting <i>again</i>. I am allowed to rant so early into the week because 1. It's Monday, and 2. I have a popcorn kernel stuck in my tooth and no floss to get it out with. MY LIFE IS AN ENDLESS LOOP OF PAIN AND MISERY AND SUFFERING.<br />
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Moving on.<br />
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So today I'm going to <strike>bitch my face off</strike> <strike>complain like a whiny brat</strike> talk about my roommates. Now, before I delve deep into the dirty stuff (mind out of the gutter) I'll explain the situation. Currently I'm living with two twenty-something males, both of which are enrolled in university and have jobs that pay decently well. To protect anonymity we'll call them Thing 1 and Thing 2, both because I love Dr. Seuss and I call them that already.<br />
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Thing 1 is, well, Craig. As you know he is who helped me relocate my arse out here, so already I can't complain much about him. He's pretty responsible and has a...<i>decent</i> head on his shoulders. Sometimes he does things that most people would find senseless and impulsive (aka trying to justify purchasing $30 worth of candy at the Bulk Barn immediately after Halloween because "he had to") but other than that (and his periodically negative attitude) he's a well-rounded guy. He shoveled out my car from beneath a morbidly obese snow demon without me asking him to do so. I gave him cookies in return. Good roommate relationship, in my opinion. Tit for tat. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hehe, I said tit.</span><br />
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Now, onto Thing 2. Thing 2 is...special. Thing 2 is your typical young adult male: a little on the lazy side, loves to play his guitar at obscene hours in the day (beating my alarm by 20 minutes on some mornings) and enjoys the odd bong hit. Or two. Or seven. Do I condone him for such? Not at all. I'll get to that later.<br />
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So, what's there to rant about you say? Well, Thing 2 is getting on mine and Craig's nerves as of late. The main and top issue that needs improvement is chores, as more often than not a certain someone (me) has been left to handle most of the household responsibilities. Granted, Craig has been pitching in a lot more these days, so that's fine and dandy.<br />
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Thing 2 on the other hand? Well, let me give you a summarized version of a typical day in the life of an annoying pothead:<br />
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10pm: Rise and shine, kiddo! It's time to get ready for work (graveyeard shift). Smoke a bowl, have a half-assed shower and eat whatever's in the fridge before rushing out the door.<br />
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3am: Lunch break! Time to run home, have a hearty bong hit and rush back to work.<br />
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7am: Ah, good to be home! Time to kick your feet up, have a beer and play some guitar. What's that, your roommates are telling you they need to sleep? FUCK 'EM! You live here, you pay your end of the rent, do whatever the hell you want. Oh, and play some NHL 13 while you're at it. And suck at it. WHO CARES, YOU'RE AWESOME!<br />
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9am: Well that was a fun after-work activity, but it's time to hit the sack. Besides, you have to be up and at 'em again in 11 hours! You <i>really</i> need some shut eye. Night night!<br />
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Keep in mind, for days with classes bump up the sleep time from 9am to 12pm. Days he is off, I don't even know because he's usually locked in his room or something. What I do know is that he DOESN'T DO SHIT.<br />
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But yeah, notice how I didn't allot any time for cleaning up around the house? This is why I'm ranting. Who needs 11-12 hours sleep a day? What is so damn difficult about taking 30 minutes out of your "busy" day to do the dishes, sweep the floor or fold a frigging towel or two?<br />
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That's not even the worst part. Craig decided to approach him on the subject of dishes being left unwashed, and what does he say?<br />
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"Oh, I do dishes all the time."<br />
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NO YOU DON'T YOU LAZY GIT. YOU PUT LEFTOVER SPAGHETTI IN THE SINK LIKE IT'S YOUR JOB AND YOU COMPLAIN AT ME WHEN THINGS AREN'T DONE AROUND THE HOUSE. YOU ALSO WASTE ENERGY BY LEAVING THE TV ON AFTER YOU'RE FINISHED PLAYING WHAT-THE-FUCK-EVER ON YOUR XBOX AND SLEEP ON THE SOFA LIKE A BUM. SERIOUSLY DO YOU HATE TREES OR SOMETHING? GO FUCK A CAMEL CAUSE IT HAS MORE HUMPS THAN YOU COULD-<br />
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Sorry, that was a tad out of line for me. Apologies.<br />
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As I was <strike>bitching</strike> saying, there's no rational explanation for his behaviour. It has gotten to the point where Craig and I have scheduled a house meeting this Sunday to lay down some issues and see what can be done about them. Oh, did I mention he rescheduled it to next Sunday?<br />
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Seriously, I could go on for days about all the things he does (or doesn't do) that makes him an irritating roommate. I think a few things bother me more than others. For example, Craig had set up a smoking room in the rear entrance for our friends to smoke in (our house apart from that back foyer is non-smoking) Thing 2 is against the idea because the room "reeks" of smoke, so what does he do? He goes out on the FRONT PORCH to take his bong hits. RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD. THERE ARE CHILDREN RUNNING AROUND, DAMMIT.<br />
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The list could go on and on.<br />
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Am I being irrational, or is this justified? I mean sure, people have their days where they're completely swamped with work and school, but this is <i>everyday</i> behaviour, even on his days off. And whenever he invites company over, he apologizes for "the mess" (our house is never something considered messy) as if it's our fault, and not his. I don't know what to do.<br />
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One thing's for sure; I can't wait to live on my own.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-42845867028118268142012-11-07T14:49:00.000-06:002012-11-07T14:49:00.853-06:00This and ThatAlright, first thing's first. There are some mildly high priority issues I must lay down before my blog post today. They are as follows:<br />
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- My anti-dandruff shampoo is in fact giving me dandruff.<br />
- Someone posted a photo on Facebook showing off skincare products that in total would have cost me an entire paycheck should I have purchased them myself.<br />
- Speaking of Facebook, a guy named Scarfy sent me a friend request. His profile picture features who I assume is himself, wearing an oversized Ecko sweater and a chain around his neck that rivals the thickness of the one currently holding my back porch's gate locked.<br />
- My roommate had his girlfriend over last night. Guess how much sleep I got? (Hint: my lamp nearly fell over from being constantly rattled)<br />
- I want a grilled cheese sandwich, but I do not have a grilled cheese sandwich.<br />
- My feet are too warm today, so I have to keep sliding in and out of my flats, wait for them to cool and put them back on again only to enjoy a momentary second of that cold-shoe goodness.<br />
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Moving on!<br />
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So the presidential electrons (WOW, I'm leaving that typo there to remind myself how much of a goober I am today) wrapped up last night and Barack Obama has secured another four years in office, which is pretty cool cause let's face it, I don't want to see our neighbours down south get stuck in the 20th century. Seriously, let females keep <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-18563_162-57501172/romney-my-views-on-abortion-rights-are-clear/">the rights we were given</a> and <a href="http://mittromneycentral.com/on-the-issues/same-sex-marriage/">let my friends marry whoever the hell they want to.</a> Oh, and <a href="http://www.denverpost.com/breakingnews/ci_21941918/nation-watches-colorados-marijuana-legalization-vote">good on ya, Colorado.</a><br />
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So something has been nagging me for quite a while now, and I could use the input of my peers. At what point are you doing too much to benefit your own personal happiness? In other words, at what point does doing things for yourself while neglecting others become unfair? I know before even lifting my coffee mug that some individuals regard their own well-being above others, and that there are also incredibly selfless people in the world who put themselves last on their own list, but where is that healthy balance and when is it compromised? Obviously it depends on the person, but I just want input.<br />
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I realized today that Winnipeg's shiny new <a href="http://www.ikea.com/ca/en/">Ikea</a> is opening on the 28th of this month. It's no surprise that the 28th is also a payday for me. Why these things always seem to work in tandem, I'll never know.<br />
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I suppose that's all for now, today is essentially a week's allowance of boredom condensed into one drag-ass afternoon. Til next time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-5990496462436726082012-11-06T10:44:00.001-06:002012-11-06T10:48:39.863-06:00Rant: Christmas LightsI'd be better off just dedicating this blog to my many rants, wouldn't I? OH WAIT, PERSONAL BLOG, I DO WHAT I WANT HAHA!<br />
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See I'm noticing a growing trend among the houses in the West End of the city (where I reside) in that the amount of houses turning on their Christmas lights well over a month before the actual holiday season is increasing. Yes it is true that in a lot of places, November is the typical time to start showing that festive spirit. Downtown Portage is already donning those tacky LED fixtures that either display a reindeer or bells and holly or god knows what. I've worked retail, and I am well aware of the importance in early advertising. Start sales early, decorate accordingly, 'tis the season to be BUYING EVERYTHING. </div>
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Dammit Dave, it's people like you that make my street look silly, not the hippies.</div>
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Am I biased or is this time frame reasonable? Don't get me wrong, I am no Grinch or Scrooge by any means, but this is ridiculous. Putting those lights up early? Smart. Turning them on and making yourself the laughing stock of the West End? </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-5725675569285261912012-11-05T11:50:00.000-06:002012-11-05T14:58:00.619-06:00Rant: Friends with Benefits...No, not <i>that</i> kind of friend, mind out of the gutter.<br />
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Yes I'm well aware that the typical idea of a friend with benefits includes but is not limited to acts of frivolous sexual inhibitions without strings attached (aka no dropping the boyfriend/girlfriend bomb)<br />
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But there's an entirely different kind of friend with benefits that often times gets the short end of the stick. They go out of their way to help a pal in need of a pick-me-up, perhaps grab them something while out shopping, maybe even offer advice when needed.<br />
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Now you may think 'well that's something most friends would do anyhow, what's the difference?'<br />
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Hence where the 'benefits' comes into play.<br />
<a name='more'></a>This kind of friend with benefits is someone who takes advantage of a friend who would, in a nutshell, take a bullet for them if it came down to it. The only real benefits are in their favour, and they may even sway or influence those willing to do anything for them to their liking. Contact is only established when absolutely necessary, perhaps even to give off the illusion of a true friendship and keep the "connection". Oh, this person really cares about me? They said they would do anything for me anytime? Awesome! My own personal errand runner/favour doer/lemme use your car when-the-fuck ever buddy!<br />
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But wait, what's this? They suddenly need <i>me</i> to do something for<i> them? </i><br />
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I've been both witness and victim to this far too many times to count and it pisses me right off. How low can you seriously go?<br />
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Anyhow, I decided to compile a short but highly useful list of warning signs that you may be a friend with benefits. You may be a victim of friendly usage if:<br />
- They don't do shit for you<br />
- When asked to do something for you, they sigh, or complain, or find an excuse<br />
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- The last time they actually did something for you it involved passing the salt<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-10016942113398311082012-11-01T12:32:00.000-05:002012-11-01T12:32:55.406-05:00Trick or TreatAs everyone on the face of the planet knows, Halloween has come and gone. My favourite holiday has come to an end and it's time to take down the orange and black decorations <strike>and shove them carelessly into the attic</strike> put them away for next year.<br />
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I didn't get the opportunity to go all-out with my makeup this year. Time restraints and kids showing up at 4:30 expecting candy kind of dampened my elaborate plans. Oh well, my first Halloween in Winnipeg was pretty fun. I helped my roommate set up his costume (Steampunk soldier) and as people came inside he would rattle his chains or - depending on their age - would reach out to them to freak them out. Obviously he didn't startle the little ones, but he got some good jumps and screams out of the young teens.<br />
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I couldn't believe the amount of kids who showed up. We're talking in the hundreds here, and yet somehow even after giving out <i>handfuls</i> we had leftover candy. Back in Nova Scotia the average ranged anywhere from 25 to 70 or so. Not accustomed whatsoever!<br />
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God, looking at that crummy cellphone picture I took reminds me that a cobweb explosion is waiting for me to clean it up at home. Do not want. Side note: that stuff is VERY flammable.<br />
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I hope everyone had a safe and awesome Halloween. See you tomorrow!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-19291730949455858782012-10-31T12:09:00.002-05:002012-10-31T12:25:31.725-05:00Rant: "Under the Influence"<div style="text-align: left;">
Okay. I'm not the type to complain <i>a lot</i>. I'll admit that sometimes I would rather raise my voice an octave or three at people, but I chose to bite my tongue instead. Why? Because I know people have issues. I'm considerate. I'm <i>nice.</i></div>
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Wait, what's that? You're going to give me the cold shoulder for absolutely no reason whatsoever? Okay, well then I'll just keep out of your space-WOW WHY'D YOU BLOW UP AT ME FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO YOU ASS?<br />
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Case in point: Person 1 begins seeing Person 2. Person 1 is paranoid about people finding out because they are a selfish git. I'm yanked into everything and told to keep my mouth shut, which I do because once again people, <u><span style="font-size: large;">I AM <i>NICE.</i></span></u></div>
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Fast forward a bit (haha not even, make that a DAY) and Person 3 (who is becoming a fantastic friend of mine, might I add) starts asking questions regarding the relationship between Person 1 and 2. Me being the excellent, loyal and let's not forget <i>nice </i>friend I am, keep any info from them and basically let them blow off steam. Do I believe they were on the right track with their assumptions? Quite right. Did I confirm or deny any speculations? No sir I did not.</div>
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Or as I prefer to call it, they're under the influence. </div>
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As you can guess I have no sweet clue what I should do, so any input is greatly appreciated. </div>
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Until next time.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865145794606018197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247796417907878910.post-11130571431612397402012-10-30T16:58:00.000-05:002012-10-30T16:58:03.230-05:00Salt Water.<div style="text-align: center;">
I've figured out what I miss about Nova Scotia.</div>
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Okay, it's a given that I'd miss my friends and family. If you don't miss those people after a big move then you're a heartless guppy. Or are just surrounded by idiots.</div>
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But there's one thing in particular that I miss more than anything else for the time being, and I realized it as I drove home from getting a smoothie last Saturday. I live near the Red River in the West end of the city, and the smell on some days is...well, let's just say if you're windows are rolled down you're in for a treat. That day in particular was one of those days, and seeing the river gave me an epiphany.</div>
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I miss the smell of salt water.</div>
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You know that incredibly refreshing smell that typically accompanies beaches and oceanfront properties? That crisp, unmistakable and sinus-clearing air blowing off the ocean. On the Halifax waterfront this smell would be permeated in everything, from the wood of the several docks to the stone bricks of the many high-rises in the city. I was so accustomed to it that had I gone back in time and tried to detect it apart from other city odours, I probably couldn't. But now, without it's gritty aroma (not to mention the drier air in general) I <strike>am going insane without it</strike> kind of miss it.</div>
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Added to Safeway grocery list: scented candle in "ocean breeze."</div>
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