Well, whatever I have done to deserve the past year of struggles around finding home...

I'm sure awful sorry about it. Can we change the story now??? I'd like a new one.

So I moved into this apartment, which I mentioned yesterday. I was utterly delighted have found a one-bedroom apartment for far less than such a thing generally costs in Vancouver. And while the building is a little rough around the edges (a new carpet in the halls and a fresh coat of paint would do wonders), the suite itself is spacious and entirely functional. Big windows, big closets, etc.

The only thing that needed addressing was the bathroom. I figured that with a little scraping, a coat of paint, and *possibly* new grout and caulk, it would be fine. Last night, I went to Home Depot, and when I got home, I started scraping. It took about five minutes to realize that underneath all that flaking paint... is a whole lot of mold.

So I stopped scraping and did a quick internet search. It didn't take long to fully freak myself out about what I was dealing with. Today, I went out and added a particulate mask and some toxic bleach cleaner to the arsenal. I came home, put on gloves and mask, and began anew. It got worse.