Does it seem that I am always talking about myself? What can I say? I'm a baby, my circle of interest is pretty limited and my social skills and sense of decency have not yet fully developed.
So just this morning I realized...I totally forget to mention on my blog that we moved to a new house last month. I'm hoping my estimated readers can pardon me my childish self-involvement.
It's true, we moved houses! We left our beautiful West End, kinda-waterfront, featuring-awesome-slippery-hardwood-floors penthouse! So what does this move mean for an urban baby such as myself?
- No more introspected evenings on the patio, gazing pensively at the sun setting over English Bay.
- No more Stanley Park walks whenever I feel like it
- No more saba at Kingyo's
- No more shopping at babyGap on Robson
- No more quick Starbucks runs
- No more red balloons on my bedroom wall
- No more seagulls and crows to watch from the dining room
But it's not all tragedy. We moved to a great little town-home near Main Street and Kind Edward. Here's a bunch of terrific new add-ons in our new home:
- There's stairs! Oh the newfound joy of climbing stairs!
- Yoghurt lassies at East is East (Himalayan High FTW!)
- Chocolate babkas from Solly's (yes, babies can actually eat chocolate and don't let me catch you say otherwise)
- Squirrel watching from our living room!
- Falling down doesn't hurt so much anymore since this home comes with carpet everywhere.
Charlie approves!
Kind thoughts,
C.R.L.
