Ah… solitude. Ish. After three occasionally fun but regularly irritating weeks at the glorious Y, jobs have given us the freedom to rent our own place! Well, jobs and all my savings… Of course, damage deposits are excellent ways of saving money. One day after our employment was secured, we scoured the classefieds and found a very nice, brand new apartment that would hold all four of us easily. Dan and Val were on the look out for a larger place that we could all move into, but our deadline approached and we had to move out immediately…

Jackson and I insisted on spending the first night in the new place, despite having at that stage no bedding to speak of. The apartment has a fridge, microwave, oven (finally, an oven!), dishwasher, washing machine and dryer, as well as heating, and a cute fake fireplace which has adjustable flame frequency and glow strength. Very classy. The carpet is quite bouncy too, but frankly, our first night wasn’t quite as comfortable as I initially predicted. It got irritatingly cold too.

We’re trying to live cheaply at this point, but it’s tricky. We all have creature comforts we crave. Internet, TV, Xbox, doughnuts… These last ones are the killer. At our previous supermarket they were 75 cents each – but we’re now closer to Safeway where they’re only 45 cents. This would save us money, except that because they’re cheaper we usually end up buying two each.

Yesterday we got mattresses, and assorted bedding, which has been a huge help. The mattresses were advertised in the newspaper by a middle-aged Calgary couple, for $25 each, plus $50 delivery to Banff since Calgary’s quite a way away. Unfortunately, due to a clerical error we gave them the wrong address, and they spent an hour wandering around in search of us. In our defence, they’d said they’d be around at dinner time. We apologised profusely, and appeared to be smoothing things over. As we finalised payment, the wife enquired as to whether we’d found the Lord yet.

This took us aback a bit, but being the gang’s resident practicing Christian, I was able to give some satisfactory answers (“Where is Jesus?” “Er, I feel he’s everywhere…”). They insisted on leading Jackson, Andy and I in some kerbside prayer however, which was a bit of an adjustment for all of us, but especially taxing on Andy and Jackson, who’s resolute ability not to laugh at this point greatly impressed me. After the prayer session the wife informed us that now, Jesus was inside us (so my original answer was technically correct). Andy and Jackson managed to avoid answering the question “did you feel anything just then?” and they went on their way, leaving us dazed and confused.

But at least they were forgiving.

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