Searching rooms

There was this smelly woman on victoria.
There was this young chick from Quebec, who wanted someone who is basiclly never at home.
and then...

there were
marc and trevor in a beauutifull home in the eastend near commercial.

At first I did'nt want to go.
What the heck ... I thought to myself.
It is cold out,
I don't occupy a wintercoat yet and I did'nt have enoughh money to by myself a monthly pass this month and of course I just wanted to rest the last few hours on the mainfloor of the Triumph House.
As long as possible - i said to myself.
Never back in the Basement Suite - my inner credo

But then. I stood infront
of Kootenay loop, looked for the Busses...and some bus... and then I took...
The one Bus and then I took another Bus - the second bus and of course
Then I got out of the bus and it would be very boring, if the story would be over right now, so
my lack of orientation comes in handy...

I am german and not used to the whole "Roads are as long as your thoughts idea" and "Yes"
i marched straight forward in the wrong direction of the eights avenue... it took me a while to figure out, that the numbers are getting smaller and not bigger...And I think NOW i finally grasped the idea which stands behind the whole number thing... it will remain a secret deep in my heart...

Anyways...

I stood infront of the house and had to shake my head a little. Then I had to shake my head a little more, take a deep breath and walk to the front door.
A beautifull old house with beautifull lightning, with beautifull...

Marc opend the door, smiled at me and instinctivly i thought "gay". That is basiclly all i thought. Nothing more. Nothing less. Maybe the words "how nice" come to mind. But not more.
He walked me up the stairs, showed me the living room, the kitchen, my room and showed me
Trevor, who would be my second Roommate.

We chatted a little in the kitchen, when suddenly Marc suggested to better go to the
living room and sit a little.
Movie Stars, Television Shows, obnoxious Australians, Thanksgiving and Tolerance and whatnot ...

And it takes only one question to convince me to move in with Trevor

"Are you also a person who likes storms?"
"YES." (and i remembered one time, when i sat with my little brother outside on the porch and we were watching hours and hours with couchens and blankets over ourselves a thunderstorm coming and going and got all sentimental and excited the same time and then i smiled and said once more ...)
"Yes I am a Stormperson!"

And it takes only a smile of Marc and a gesture, which reminds me of my best friend in Luebeck,to move in with him...

Maybe they don't like the person, which they are interviewing tommorow.
Maybe I don't like the person, which I am seeing tommorow for a room.

Maybe I am just moving in with Trevor and Marc.