I am well into the billeting cycle of the Newmarket rotation and this trimester I got placed with a family of four, two of which are teenage girls. Now I don’t mind in the slightest that I have to once again share a bathroom with girls, but after having to live with six “young ladies” in the Katima-house it would have been nice to get a house which was a bit quieter. I want to be clear that I am not complaining, I am just stating my feelings. My billet family is great so I don’t have anything to complain about, which is odd seeing that whining is one of my natural gifts. I am now closer to Toronto than I was before; in fact my new family lives in a beautiful old house right off of Yonge Street in Richmond Hill.
One thing I have realized about all old houses in general is that because of the passing of time, the wood expands or something to that fact and most of the doors don’t close anymore. This stands true for both my work and billet house. At the house neither my bedroom nor bathroom doors close so I am forced to wedge a sock between the door and the frame in a hope that it will hold shut while I am changing, showering or going to the washroom. At work I am on the third floor of this historic house built in 1922 by the Sheppard family, so basically where the servants use to live, and although I like the office I am in, it is right at the top of the stairs so everyone going by seems to distract me from my work. The other thing I don’t like about not being able to close my door is that I am also forced to be sneaky when I want to check my facebook at work!
Anyways in a roundabout way of saying something, I am having a good time here North of Toronto, whether it is in Richmond Hill, Aurora or Newmarket but I do dearly miss everyone so do not be hesitate to email, facebook, text (as soon as I get a phone that works) or post a comment on my blog wall (hint hint) because my doors will always be open whether it is figurative or literal, like my present day situations.
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Hahaha, my door has the same problem! I have to stick folded up cardboard in it to keep it shut at night cause having an open door while I sleep freaks the crap out of me. When I first got there, there were some really freaky porcelain dolls on the bed too. Luckily, they were moved before I peed myself.
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