The Fan Update

I’ve compared the blasted fans above my head to many things, most recently to a constant wind. But I’ve decided that a better comparison would be to get you to imagine that you’re on a airplane. No, it’s not quite that intense, but the thing about being on a plane is that it’s occasional and comes to an end after a few hours or so. So while what I have to contend with is lower grade, it’s constant — 16 hours a day, 7 days a week.

But a glimmer of hope came last week after a little talk with the building’s super. It would seem that a tenant of a two-bedroom apartment on the first floor is thinking about buying a house and thus move out of the building within the next year. The tenant above him, an older lady who’s become less mobile with age, wouldn’t mind taking advantage of his move and take over his apartment. Thus I could take her apartment.

There are several upsides. First, I would get as far away as I can from the bloody fans while still remaining in the building. And second, the apartment would have a full balcony instead of a shared one like I currently have. But there are downsides, too. I’m a little worried about having tenants above me, having lived 10 years on the top floor of this building, but apparently those who would be above me aren’t bad at all. Another concern I have is that I would lose my harbour view. And, there’s the fact I would be facing the brewery, which I never smell from my current apartment. However, I think I can safely say that, faced with the choice of those downsides and the fans above my head right now, the former win. Completely moving out of the building will be my last resort, for I hate moving and the rent in this place is just about the most affordable I could ever find while remaining on peninsular Halifax.

So how crazy is that! I might be moving in 2005 for the first time in 10 years. The move might only be a few feet away, but it’ll be a move nonetheless. Where I have a lot of heavy furniture and a weak back, I will still need to hire a few “brick shithouse” guys to get my stuff to my new digs. Now it’s just a matter of waiting to see when buddy decides to take the plunge and buy his new house. But, I’m sure, when the move is done, you’ll be happy to hear the end of my whining. 🙂