That's my place. Not my furniture. Gathering furniture has been very stressful. I'm imagining how they all look together, but I don't trust my imagination, so I worry that my place will look like a big messy blob. I'm also constantly checking my e-mail to see if sellers have replied to my Craigslist and Kijiji inquiries. Anytime I have access to the internet, straight to those sites! It's taking a while, but I'm slowly learning to not love something I see on the postings because, chances are, someone else loves it too and it always seems like every one else has faster fingers than me. "Sorry, already sold" replies are the blurstest. Also, not getting replies and then trying to search for it again on Craigslist and coming up with nothing bums me out too. I'll give Vancouver Flea Market a go this weekend.

Shopping at Superstore and IKEA for kitchenware and bathroom supplies (not willing to do second hand for some items) has shown more success, but the bill always hurts. Other shoppers and parking make me go crazy angry too. Especially you, drivers who drive so slowly trying to scout the closest spots to the entrance when there are fifty open stalls in the back! OooOo you can't be bothered to walk a whole minute longer to get in to the mall. Bothered!

What brings me away from becoming crazy Shannon are my favourite purchases: rice bowls, chopsticks and Chinese soup spoons. I loved the feeling of finally buying my own chopsticks. I don't know why. Maybe because chopsticks remind me of rice, and I love rice.