Chris Eng Writes More Better

Whoever invented social anxiety can suck my ass. Or they could if I wasn’t all obsessed with hiding in my room and not talking to anyone.

Dating is a lot of effort to meet a lot of people you wouldn’t otherwise want to date.

So, I’ve been in Toronto for a week now. Got in last Friday and my good friend Jay picked me up. It’s been a little bit whirlwind since then, but in a good way. For those who are interested, here’s a brief update:

- I’ve looked at several rooms for rent and liked a few of them. None of them have panned out, though I’m waiting to hear back on a pretty cool one. They said they’d call me tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
- Many of the rooms for rent explicitly state that they are for FEMALE STUDENTS ONLY. I don’t think there’s that many female students looking for a place to live. Most others say that they are suitable for international students (perhaps either male or female—it’s unspecified).
- Many of the rooms for rent are furnished and most of the furnished rooms look like someone’s 90-year-old grandmother died in them. Apparently this is the ambiance that international students are looking for.
- I had a job interview at a comic shop. They seemed to like me and my resume, but I think getting a job will depend on whether I/they can figure out something for me to do (they’re already fully staffed). I’ll hear back from them today. Fingers crossed.
- I’ve walked A LOT. I’ve seen miles and miles of Queen, College and Bloor Streets and gotten a pretty good overview of the downtown core and many of its neighbourhoods. The west side is pretty great.
- There’s a cafe called Nadėge on Queen St. West which served me the best croissant and probably the best americano I’ve ever had in my life. Friends who have hung out in France have confirmed the quality.
- There’s a bookstore called BMV which pretty much only carries used and remaindered books. It’s three stories high. Everything’s cheap. It’s fairly amazing.
- It hasn’t rained since I’ve been here. Snow, yes; tiny hail, yes; rain, no. One of my friends told me it rained for a couple of hours one morning, but I didn’t see it, so I’m not sure if I believe her. Also, it’s been sunny about half the time. HAHA! FUCK YOU, S.A.D.!!!
- By the end of the month I will have couch surfed with probably four of my friends. Just to be clear, my friends are awesome, generous and accommodating people.
- I want to watch Twitch City and Scott Pilgrim over and over again. I don’t care if that’s cheesy; you’re not the boss of me.

Here’s what’s been going on in my world as of late.

I had an amicable split with my wife. She moved out and got her own apartment. We are still friends.

I was the manager of my apartment building. I quit my job and gave my notice.

Several of my friends encouraged me to move to Toronto. As I no longer had a significant other, a job, or a place to live, I decided to take them up on the suggestion.

I fly out there in just over a week. My grand plan is to find a room for rent and then to hole up and finish a variety of writing projects (whilst looking for a job).

It’s an adventure. I’m excited. Change is good.

Let’s shake some shit up.

So full. Just, like, random crap that wanders across my dashboard. It’s barely about me any more (if it ever was). Well, unless you consider a non-stop parade of my subconscious to be directly about me. Anyway, the point is that any writing or personal posts I make immediately disappear into the void and I wanted a place where I could post those and have a more or less continuous record. So now there’s this and my other Tumblr also. I have stuff to tell you about (all the stuff that’s been happening over the past couple of months) in the next couple of days, but first sleep. That’s where I’m a Norseman.