Moving into my 4th home in 5 weeks...

I spent Friday moving into my new home in Sunshine Village. I enlisted the help of a few people I'd met around the resort who lived in Banff Springs, as well as my roommate, to get my stuff into the bus, then onto the gondola at the other end. Up the gondola, up the stairs to HR, grab my key and have a look at my room. Arghh! There's someone sleeping in here! I'm quickly introduced to a very sleepy Patrick, my new roommate and I collect my stuff from the Gondola.

My new room has 2 beds, 2 chests of drawers, 2 hanging rails, 1 window and a crate attached to the wall outside the window acting as a freezer. The building in which my new room is contained has 3 floors (mine is the top), a common room with a drinks machine, big cable TV, a computer, some sofas and a scattering of fellow residents. There's also ski storage and a weight room, but no facilities for cooking. It is situated near the gondola on the North side of the village, nice and close to the Old Sunshine Lodge (OSL) where I work and where the bar is, the staff cafe, the laundry and the gondola, and not too far from the hotel with its hot tub! Personal wireless internet has been 'imminent' for the last 2 weeks.



My new abode is ringed in red on the right side of the village.

So I spread my belongings liberally around my room, got to know Patrick a bit better, and headed down the gondola and onto Banff to collect my food, my microwave and clean and hand back my room. I also got a haircut, a bite to eat, and some custom moulded footbeds for my boots to keep my feet in a bit better shape. And some $20 socks to keep them a bit drier too... I rested a bit at Kate and Dayna's place (they live there with their boyfriends, both instructors at Sunshine), then caught the late bus back to Sunshine (the gondola closes at 10:30 on Fridays- good choice of a day off then!)

We got back to Sunshine to find that the gondola was not turning, and after setting up camp in the old gondola building we were told it won't be turning tonight, and that we'd be shuttled up in ski-doos and Sunshine Suzy (a Ford truck with tracks instead of wheels), depending on how much luggage we had. My microwave and I were the last to travel up in a much-overcrowded Suzy at around half past midnight.