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Minimalism part 4

 Blink and two years in Toronto is almost over. I really enjoyed my time here, despite complaining non stop about public transit and lack of bike lanes. But I'm leaving Toronto at a good time, when my impression of the city is still good and I still want to come back in the future. I have to say farewell to my basement apartment soon as well. This is the most spacious place I've ever lived in, with an entire secondary room that function as my walk in closet basically. Haha! So fancy. Though I have a love and hate relationship with basements, I really liked having my own place again after living in a student dorm and I will miss the redundancy of space!



The same objects from last year are still here, but sprawled out on a bigger shelf, and additional shelves. I couldn't think of any way to fill up all the space so I just let it be. The same stuffed toys are still here and they have a much better bed now. But most of the time I just put them on the spacious couch nearby.


The couch is where I spent countless hours procrastinating or contemplating my life choices haha! When I lived alone, I didn't bother getting a couch because I knew I would do exactly that! But this couch was very comfortable and I also fell asleep on it a few times despite having a bed right next to me. I also didn't have any objects to fill the coffee table with so it just stayed bare like this most of the time.


My kitchen is not as big as last year's, and no dishwasher, but I don't seem to need one anymore! I really liked the dishtowel I got from a local arts market I found on Queen street. It was one of my first purchases from this neighbourhood when I just moved in. I also remembered the light over the stove was broken when I moved in, so I was so happy when I watched some youtube videos and figured out how to replace a burnt bulb. 


I made a little dining nook from a 3-piece set that the landlord left me. I remember the chairs were so crooked from loose screws. I went to IKEA and asked for a free Allen key to tighten them up and then it was all good again! The clock on the wall actually functions really well but it doesn't look like a real clock haha! It's hard to read and my guests always ask me what time is actually displayed.


My desk is where I spent a lot of time. I made it colourful and displayed the postcards I got and a photo of Kendall Roy living his "best" life. haha! I'm glad my life is happier than his. I got a paper bag from Trader Joe's and it says on the bag "Is framing the bag and hanging it on the wall reusing or recycling?". So I was inspired to frame it.


Finally the secondary "bedroom" with no windows that I use mostly to store my clothes. There's a whole full bed in here and is actually more spacious than many "rooms" I've seen in condos. But I have no use for all the space and just end up taking countless selfies with my outfits.


I'm not sure where I'll live next, but I will do my best to continue to be minimalist. I will make a good home for wherever I end up!


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