Yesterday marked a year since Christopher and I got back together. We celebrated at Pi-Tom's, a Thai restaurant at Yonge and Alexander. (Meredith: You were totally right about the smoothies. Amazing!)
This past year, we gathered up the courage to start talking again, and got pretty damn good at it. We battled depression and won, hands down. With a killer combination of obsessive searching, a great real estate agent, and pure dumb luck, we scored a 2-bedroom condo in our ideal location at a price below market value, and we're still recovering from the shock of that! This place became home very quickly. We've pissed each other off a few times, and we've learned to recover nicely. We've kept each other laughing, and our teasing war is constantly escalating.
I've graduated and gone through a few jobs, moved in with a boy, and totally fallen in love all over again. A good, good year.
And today we get to buy a fridge! Because home ownership means there's no one to call when you realise that the fridge just isn't cold anymore. The freezer's working though, which has me thoroughly confused. And how do you dispose of an old fridge in the city? Today we will learn!
Labels: christopher, condo, relationship