The last 72 hours have been interesting, here’s the brake down of the last 3 days to put what I’m going to write in the next couple days into perspective.
Saturday 7:30am Wakeup
8:30am Met Dad for breakfast
12:00pm Hit the highway after stopping in to see the banker and getting a tarp for the box of the truck in case it rains.
5:00pm Starts to rain, go to put on tarp and realize I grabbed the wrong size despite knowing what size I needed. Dumb mistake, luckily my mattress prevented most of possessions from getting wet. Unluckily my mattress is more of a sponge than an umbrella.
5:30pm Leave Dryden, as I leave I say, “I’m going to need gas in 2 to 3 hours.” Dad says, “no problem, there is a truck stop in about 200 km, we’ll be fine.” We carry on.
7:45pm Turns out Petro Canada thought a gas station was just taking up valuable real estate on an otherwise wide open parking lot and got ride of it.
8:30pm Pull into the only gas station open between Dryden and Thunder Bay - sweating and cursing anyone I thought could be held responsible for the lack of fuel over the last 300 km.
8:45pm Leave the gas station - with a new tarp! This gas station sells tarps of the exact size I need, right beside the welders. Bizarre - but I took it as a positive sign.
10:30pm Arrive in Nipigon to a big flashing sign that reads “Highway Closed due to dangerous driving conditions.” We pull into a truck stop and get the word from the drivers pulling in for the night. The road is described as horrible, one especially animated fellow claims he has 8,000 lbs of ice on his truck and trailer. Dad says, “that’s bullshit” and we move on. He says, “how bad can it be?” It’s impossible to argue with this.
12:00am Driving 50 km through a snowstorm. Dad says, “see, the road’s open.” It’s impossible to argue with this.
6:00am Through the storm alive and well!
8:00am I’m hallucinating and start swerving trying to avoid stone cubes I’m imaging on the road. My swerving wakes up my Dad who says, “maybe I should drive.” It’s impossible to argue with this.
10:30am I wake up as we pull in to grab a coffee on the East side of Sault Ste. Marie. After a coffee we are back on the road and I’m behind the wheel after resting for the last hour and a half.
1:30pm As we fill up with gas in Sudbury I say, “something’s up with the truck, it’s not sounding right.” We pop the hood and realize the alternator is going, it’s very hot and grinding away. I had noticed the vault gauge jumping a bit in the last few weeks so I knew it was on its way out. We drive across town with the alternator grinding away and pull into Canadian Tire with horrible, horrible noises coming from my poor truck. Luckily Canadian Tire has a rebuilt and all my tools were easily accessible. I bought the replacement and my Dad and I had the new alternator in within half an hour.
2:30pm Joyfully talking about how lucky we are the alternator went when it did and not in the middle of nowhere during the storm last night.
5:30pm We are 30 km from Toronto and BOOM, grrrrrrlrlrlrlrlr - at least that’s how I remember it sounding. A tire blew out and we came to a stop underneath an overpass. Very lucky considering it was raining like crazy. This time the tools - jack and tire iron - were not as accessible as were my tools. We had to unload everything from the cab to get at the tools. We were tired and this was hard to do.
6:00pm The spare is on and we are at Canadian Tire again - this time buying a new tire.
8:00pm At a hotel in northern Toronto.
9:00pm Asleep
7:30am Awake
9:00am Visit first apartment I was interested in.
11:00am All the paper work is done - I got it, that was easy.
12:30pm Not so fast - someone else got it, sorry.
12:30 - 1:00pm Sit in my truck and curse everyone who I feel is responsible for this cruel injustice.
1:00pm - Resume search for apartment
1:00pm - 5:30pm Let down after let down (I don’t want to relive this by writing it, but it was rough and I was thankful my Dad was along to remind me to be patient.)
5:30pm - I notice landlords aren’t answering calls anymore - the day is over and I still don’t have a place to live. I start focusing on smaller places where I think there is a better chance of getting an answer.
7:00pm Close to giving up. I see one more place, I pull in and am greeted by one of the sweetest ladies I’ve ever met. Her name is Magda, she shows me my dream apartment but it’s more than I wanted to spend. She says she likes me and shows me an equally amazing place but a little smaller and on the North side of the building. It’s a few hundred dollars cheaper and I say, “I will take it.”
7:30pm I walk out of the tower - only 3 blocks from ICUC’s new office on Mowat - with a new address!
SO, here I am now. Tired but relieved. It’s been a long 3 days. I’m moving in first thing tomorrow morning. I will fill you in later tomorrow on the days events. Until than, goodnight.