Finally, after a vacation that took me on a 10 day ride throughout the paradise province of Canada, British Columbia. I am in awe, from the mountains and valley’s of Pemberton and Whistler, to Vancouver and the hustle of Granville Island market. From the suburb of Coquitlam to the quiet coastal playground of the wealthy at Deep Cove, suddenly I’m at the amazing Vancouver airport, climbing aboard the Westjet, for the flight back home to Winnipeg.
Now I’m in a position that I’ve never been in. After 17 years of living in hotels or communal rooming houses, I’m coming home without a home.
I’m not homeless. During my holiday I had no fixed address. I moved out of my hotel room of 8.5 years which was across from a former employer and began my vacation. During that time, I took possession of an 8th floor apartment in a quiet Winnipeg suburb.
When I arrived back in Winnipeg, I had no keys, no furniture and no food. That was on September 3rd. Since I lived in communal homes of sorts since 1996, I had to start with nothing. I owned the clothes on my back plus and a few possessions that I had stored in my father’s garage.
I had previously purchased all my new furniture and made arrangements to get set up and delivery for September 5th. For the first time in 40 years I was back at my childhood home with my parents who are in their 80’s, and still fully active seniors. I spent 2 nights with them just a few blocks from my new digs until my delivery.
On the morning of September 5th, I was dropped by the apartment block that contained the 8th floor studio suite that was to be home. The cable guy hooked me up with the HD and Wifi. The furniture delivery soon followed.
Once again my life had changed for the better. Being disabled with limited mobility, I am unable to crawl on the floor to assemble the furniture kits. My 85 year old father was a godsend. He worked with me for a few hours and without him I would still be trying to assemble that TV Stand. Amazing man, amazing father. We got it done.
Since I’m not driving, my father volunteered to take me to shop for all the accessories and groceries needed to call my new place a home.
It’s done. I have all the extras and I just have one more shopping trip to tie up the loose ends. The cost was almost $4000. Seems like a lot of loot but being disabled and on a pension at 58 years old, I have a benefit of subsidized housing that keeps my 8th floor rent at only $302 per month. I should be able to recover my investment in 6 months just in rent savings alone.
It’s exciting to finally after all these year’s close another chapter of Leonard vs Life, and start a new chapter. Up, Up, and Away from the transient society that I was part of since 1996.
Finally, I’m home.