#rent in ottawa

[rentsetgo]

In the realm of Canadian real estate investment, the Capital Cost Allowance (CCA) stands as a pivotal aspect, offering significant tax advantages to savvy investors.

[canadian-as-puck]

You know you should be in bed when this makes you almost wake up other household occupants from laughing too much.

[ottawarealtor]

Welcome back everyone and had a awesome long weekend!

We just listed another unit at 75 Cleary Ave unit 1003 which has beautiful views of the water and downtown. This is a really nice building and very short distance away to Westboro , transit, trails and more .

75 CLEARY AVE #1003, Ottawa K2A 1R8

Listed for Rent at $2700/ Monthly MLS#1352945

Includes underground parking and Storage locker

Amazing views of the river - Spacious unit

Available September 1st or earlier

The Continental, built in 2011 by Charlesfort and designed by Barry Hobin, offers a luxurious and modern living experience in Ottawa. Our unit features 2 bedrooms & 2 full baths. Approx 900 sqft. Breathtaking & unobstructed view of the Ottawa River. Open plan layout with a spacious & airy feel. Floor to ceiling windows, hardwood, ceramic flooring, granite counters, and stainless steel appliances. Master bedroom with large ensuite & walk-in shower. 2nd bedroom with double closet. In-unit laundry for convenience. Parking space and storage locker included. Amenities include Party lounge, offering space for social gatherings and events, Fitness room, Rooftop terrace that is great for relaxation & entertaining. Close to restaurants, shopping, walking trails, and public transit for an easy commute to other parts of the city. Stunning views, high-quality finishes, and attractive amenities, The Continental is a highly desirable place to live

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[jeanricher]

Have you been renting for years and are ready for a change? Check out our real estate blog outlining what benefits you can look forward to as a homeowner below.

[eandsproperty]

Upgrade Your Experience: Property Management Company and the Ultimate Properties for Rent in Ottawa!

For those seeking an elevated and stress-free experience in the Ottawa rental market, the perfect synergy exists between a top-tier property management company and the ultimate properties for rent. This dynamic collaboration not only simplifies the rental process but also ensures that tenants find their ideal homes while property owners enjoy seamless management. In this article, we'll explore how partnering with a leading property management company can upgrade your rental experience with the ultimate properties in Ottawa.

The Essence of a Top-Tier Property Management Company

1. Strategic Property Marketing

A leading property management company Ottawa employs strategic property marketing techniques. Tailored and targeted advertising showcases the unique features of rental properties, attracting high-quality tenants and minimizing vacancy periods.

2. Efficient Tenant Screening

The essence of excellence lies in efficient tenant screening processes. A top-tier property management company ensures thorough screenings, placing reliable and qualified tenants to enhance the overall rental experience for both property owners and tenants.

3. Proactive Property Maintenance

Proactive property maintenance is a hallmark of top-tier property management. Regular inspections, prompt repairs, and preventative measures ensure that rental properties are well-maintained, preserving their value and appeal.

4. Transparent Communication

At the core of a top-tier property management company is transparent communication. Property owners receive regular updates on tenant interactions, property maintenance, and financial matters, fostering trust and peace of mind.

The Ultimate Properties for Rent in Ottawa

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Ultimate properties come equipped with modern amenities. From smart home features to energy-efficient appliances, these rentals offer a contemporary and comfortable living environment for tenants seeking the best in convenience and technology.

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Enjoy ongoing support and maintenance services. The property management company takes care of any issues or concerns promptly, ensuring that both property owners and tenants experience a hassle-free rental journey.

Conclusion

In conclusion, upgrading your rental experience in Ottawa involves partnering with a top-tier property management company that offers the ultimate properties for rent. This collaboration ensures that property owners receive exceptional management services, while tenants find their ideal homes in prime locations with modern amenities. Elevate your rental journey by embracing excellence in property management and discovering the ultimate properties that redefine the rental experience in Ottawa.

[brownbuttercookies]

vancouver at one fucking percent is a travesty. there are so many goddamn students and families and older folks. ottawa having LESS is even worse. fuck me let’s abolish landlords already.

A new indicator from Canada Mortgage and Housing Corporation (CMHC) shows there are close to zero private rental units that are affordable for the lowest income households in Ottawa.

CMHC looked at the share of rental market housing that meets a threshold of costing no more than 30 per cent of pre-tax income for households earning in the lowest 20 per cent.

In Ottawa, as in nine other Ontario cities, the indicator found there were so few units meeting those criteria that it could not even report a reliable figure. 

Even Vancouver had more affordable units, with one per cent availability under that measure.

"What this first measure tells us is worrisome, to say the least," said the CMHC report.

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[rentsetgo]

In recent years, the global economy has witnessed a significant phenomenon: the diminishing of purchasing power. This trend, characterized by a decrease in the value of money relative to the goods and services it can buy, has far-reaching implications across various sectors, notably in real estate

[kayla360]

I know most American aren’t responsible of their tourist. But like it’s always them that have the worst audacity and Karen energy.

Like come on when I say « it’s a private booking until 6h » who are you to say « wEll wE CaMe All tHe wAy fRoM DallAs ! » like ok ? sure you came all the way from Dallas to play at my small mini golf. Yes let me move this entire party of 35 people that payed and planed month in advance for a walk in of 5 people. I’m sorry it’s just the audacity ?!?

[ottawarealtor]

Hello water Views! We just listed this stunning condo near Westboro which overlooks the water and right beside the trails. Lots of space in this condo with 2 beds, 2 full washrooms. A great building to live in and perfect for downsizers or those looking to be near all the fun in Westboro. Great for bikers, runners, and people enjoying outdoors.

75 CLEARY AVE #1203, Ottawa K2A 1R8

Listed for Rent at $2749/ Monthly MLS#1348858

Includes underground parking and Storage locker

Amazing views of the river - Spacious unit

Available July 15th, 2023

The Continental was built in 2011 by Charlesfort and designed by Barry Hobin. This 2-bedrooms and 2 full baths unit has a breathtaking and unobstructed view of the Ottawa River. This unit is approx. 900 sq. ft and it offers an open plan layout, ceiling to floor windows, high-end finishes throughout including hardwood and ceramic flooring, granite counters and stainless steel appliances. A large 3 pc ensuite in the master bedroom features a walk-in shower. The second bedroom has a double closet for storage. In unit Laundry, parking space and storage locker are included. The building amenities include party lounge, fitness room, and rooftop terrace with barbecues. A short walk to the Ottawa River, restaurants and shops. A must see view and building which is steps away from shopping, trails, water, transit and many more.

Book your showing today!

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[spicyclover]

Unplanned | Part eight

Summary:  You are pregnant with Mick. It’s not going as planned; it’s not planned. Everything happened so fast, and everything was chaotic. Mick has a hard time accepting it. You have difficulty realizing that two of you may not be raising this child.

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six | Part seven | Part eight

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! 

I'm open to requests.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

The following day, he jumps on the next plane available for Canada, which is a three-connection, but he doesn't care at this point. He waits hours for his next connection at the Charles de Gaulle airport. Trying to think about what to say or do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are forced to land at the Ottawa International Airport due to a snowstorm at the destination point. We apologize for the inconvenience. We sincerely apologize, and our stewardesses on the ground can assist you to redirect you to the next available flights. Thank you for your understanding.”

Mick looks through the window and sees the white expanse covering the airport's ground. The runway was covered with heavy snow, but he could see the plows clearing the runways quickly to allow the aircraft to land safely. Dressed in a little sweater and a T-shirt. He regrets not thinking about Canada’s complicated weather, especially at this time of year. Of course, it’s cold in January, and there’s snow. It’s not Australia, after all. He also regrets not putting a hoodie in his bag. He knows full well that he will catch his death once he gets out of the heat of the airport.

All the passengers on the plane complained about the change of direction, and several disgruntled people were already praising the company’s complaint. Mick looks up and knows full well that it’s not their fault. All of eastern Canada is blocked because of this storm.

However, he is thinking about what he will be able to do next. How will he get to Quebec City? He thought about the various options as the aircraft suddenly landed on the runway. He clings to his seat, taking a deep breath. He never liked to fly, let alone in a storm. The bell that says the seat belt is no longer necessary rings, and everyone rushes into the aisles to pick up their luggage as quickly as possible. Something else Mick doesn’t like. Being glued to strangers, he sits quietly in his place and waits for people to come out to get up and take his bag. He crosses the hallway and follows the arrows that lead him to security. He goes through customs quickly and ends up at the airport gates. He sees people pulling out their winter jackets and big boots. "I really should have dressed." He mumbles to himself, crossing his arms around his body to keep his body warm.

He went to the reception desk to be put on the next flight to Montreal, but it would not leave for three days. “It’s too long.” A little stress invades him, and he wonders how he will reach his destination if no plane lands in Montreal for the next few days. So he sits on a bench and thinks. “I have to get to her.”

He finally finds the best solution to his problem. “If I can’t fly to her. I’ll do what I know best. I’ll drive to her." He got up to determine and went to the car rental service.

Renting is the best option right now.

After five hours of difficult driving through the snowstorm, he finally arrived at his destination. The city is completely buried under the ton of snow that fell during the night, the streets are deserted, and it makes the landscape breathtaking. The snow covers the entire St. Lawrence River. He even sees people on snowmobiles, making tracks on the fresh snow to cross the river. Mick knows snow, but snow like this never happens. He never thought that when he came to Quebec, he would be blown away by his landscapes. The sun is rising, setting in the sky.

They spoke about her home. She described the island where she lives. Ancestral houses, fields as far as the eye can see and the different villages of the island. The bridge that connects the island to the city is old but beautiful. Everything seems asleep under its snow mountains, yet several people are already beginning to unfold their entrance, and children are waiting for the school bus. Fortunately, the road is perfectly cleared of snow, allowing Mick to admire the landscape without danger.

He easily finds the house. He remembers as if it were yesterday the description she gave him of her parents' house. She described the landscape and the atmosphere of the place, and he felt it strongly. He exits his vehicle and is surprised that the snow reaches his calves. He tightens his sweater against his body and approaches the house's porch. The lights inside his lit, and he still sees Christmas decorations. The tree shines with a thousand lights. He rings the bell.

A chime agitates and produces a magnificent symphony that mixes with wind and snow. He stands there for a few seconds without a sound and hops on the spot to warm up. Then, he hears through the door a person approaching.

"Yes?" asks the lady, opening the door.

She's staring at Mick from top to bottom, probably wondering what he's doing in a weather like this, dressed like this. Mick looks up at the woman in front of him, and she doesn't look like Y/n, and he feels embarrassed to disturb her. He blushes when he stutters.

"Um... I don't think I have the correct address. I'm sorry to bother you." He quickly steps back and is ready to go down the stair when suddenly.

"Mick," he hears a voice in the distance.

She approaches the entrance door and lets her face be seen in the door frame. A smile from on his face. It's her, and it's really her. He can't believe it. It seems like ages since he last saw her. Her hair is brighter, and her skin is radiant. She seems to radiate for miles. She has a worried look on her face. He's shaking like a leaf, and his face seems frozen from the cold.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, taking him by the arm and drawing him into the hall. "Come, come in. You will catch death."

She closes the door behind him, and the other woman leaves at the end of the long corridor in a room unknown to him, leaving them alone. The young woman helps him take his shoes off, grumbling about not dressing enough for the temperature. She guides him into the living room, sitting him in front of the fire to warm him up. Mick doesn't say much, but he thanks her. He's thankful she didn't throw him like an old sock in his car so he could get out of the country. She leaves in another room, and Mick takes the time to look around at the pictures in front of him sitting on the mantel. He rubs his hands close to the fire, hoping to warm up. She comes back a few minutes later.

"Thank you," he said, taking the hot chocolate in his icy hands.

He shudders and shivers from the cold. She watches him for a few moments before returning to the corridor. She returns with warm clothes and a vast warming blanket. He puts on the clothes, and she tenderly wraps him up like a child in the blanket and caresses his hair. Despite all the anger, she may feel. At this very moment, all she wants is his good. He puts his head between the palm of her hand, taking the time to feel her warmth, keeping her contact a few moments before it is interrupted.

“What are you doing here, Mick?" She asks tenderly as she sits on the couch next to him.

He doesn't know what to say at first. So, he lets his eyes look at the room. He notices the house is small but extremely warm and cozy. The mix of wood and cream makes the home very welcoming and not intimidating. Nothing like his house. He feels good here, and he hopes she is too.

“I... He’s searching for the words he spent hours practicing on the plane and in the car to her house. “I came to see you.” He admits locking his ocean-blue eyes in hers.

“Mick, what did you really come to do? Are you not with Nina?” She wonders with a touch of bitterness in her voice.

He feels the bitterness in her voice, and he feels terrible. Bad because he wants her to know so many things all at once, but she doesn't seem able to listen.

She didn’t want to show him that he hurt her, but she couldn’t help but wonder what happened to the other. "Why is he here? Did the other girl leave him? Is that why he came here?" All those questions invade her mind immediately, and she feels her tear coming up. Her throat tightens.

“No. No. I...” Words struggle to get out, and Mick feels increasingly uncomfortable. His cheeks turn red, and he mumbles an apology again. “I broke up with Nina.” He finally confesses, looking at her in the eye once more.

“Oh, sorry about you.” She isn't sorry for a bit but doesn't feel better either. Strangely, she feels weird about all this.

He takes a sip of his hot chocolate. All the sentences he prepared, all the words and promises he made up on the plane, are gone. He wants to tell her the world and even more. "How can he describe how she makes him feel if he doesn't even have the words?" He wants to kiss her, to prove to her that he'll be hers, and only hers by now. But he knows for sure that a kiss isn't the right idea. She needs explication, and quickly. All this situation makes him anxious and stressed.

“No. No. No. She's not important to me.” He puts his coffee cup on the table and turns his body towards the young woman. “I want you.” He mumbles, taking her hands gently in his own.

“Mick...”

“No, listen to me! I screwed up, I know. I shouldn’t have left you alone all this time, and I’ll have. I want to be there for you, with you. I want you to be close to me. The few days we spent together have opened my eyes, and I know what I want now. I...”

"Don’t say it," she implores with eyes full of water.

“I need you to know that. The few weeks without you were the worst weeks of my life.” He approaches her hand and rubs her cheek tenderly. “I don’t just want to be involved in your life because of the baby, our baby. I want to be involved because I...”

“No, stop, Mick.” She says, pushing him away. “You can’t say that when it’s only been a few weeks since you walked out on me, kissing your girlfriend in my face. I can’t... I don’t want those words coming out of your mouth. You’re being unfair to me.” She cries out as she leaves the room in tears.

She hates hormones. She hates the control it has on her. She can't have a proper conversation that doesn't involve tears and screams since the start of her pregnancy. She feels so frustrated with herself and doesn't want to say more things to Mick. She storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door. Her hormones make this situation somewhat upsetting, a real drama. She locks herself in the bathroom and lets herself slide to the ground.

He has no right to come back like a flower and ask him to forgive him for the weeks of pure sadness that he made her live. He has no right. She bursts into tears and brings her knees back to her chest. She did her best with her growing belly, a little more rounded by her 15 weeks of pregnancy.

On his side, Mick’s remorse seizes him, and he feels at his worst. How she feels and expresses it is worse than he could have imagined, and he never wanted that to happen. He sees the woman who welcomed him, and she approaches him with a compassionate smile.

"Don’t worry. It’s hormones. She’s just upset about the situation, but once she’s calm, she’ll talk to you.” She said as she sat beside him, offering him a comforting pat on the back. "Don’t worry about it. I know that you have good intentions."

"How do you know?" He questions down.

"Well, I talked with your mother a few hours ago. She's a very persuasive woman.” She giggles slightly to relax the atmosphere and reassure him. "She cares about you very much."

“You are her mother?”

“Yes." She nods. "You should go see her."

"I don't think it's the right idea. She hates me." He mumbles, wiping a few tears down his cheek.

"She doesn't hate you. She's upset and pregnant, which are two things that don't go together. Knowing my daughter, she’s probably doing a thousand scenarios in her head, so I think you can go and reassure her." She taps his shoulder gently before getting up again. "You have to lift the handle a little to unlock the door. And a little tip, don’t talk too much. Let her open to you.” She winks at him before heading outside.

Mick nods and gets up from the couch. He listens to her choking sobs with his ear glued to the bathroom door. A pinch in the heart invades him, and he unlocks the door without difficulty. She barely has time to look up as he’s already hugged her. Letting her go through her emotions. She wants to struggle and get away from him, but deep down, she doesn’t want to. She allows her tears to stain his sweater. Mick gently cradles her. She feels good in his arms, reminding her of the day he took her in his coat to keep her warm.

Her sobs subside, and her breathing resumes a normal rhythm. She feels her body relax more and more and closes her eyes, happy to have him back by her side. She gently detaches herself from him to take a handkerchief and blow her nose. She laughs and implores him not to watch her blow her nose. He laughs but does what she says, and he looks away.

They remain for a moment in silence, sitting in the bathroom, enjoying the presence of the other. When Mick’s stomach starts to gurgle strongly, she finally decides to get up. He helps her get back on her feet, and she giggles when she hears his belly gurgling. He blushes heavily when he mumbles an apology. She leads him to the kitchen and orders him to sit down. She takes out a pan and removes the pancake preparation that she made a few hours ago from the fridge.

He takes the time to admire her. Her cream hoodie, which he recognizes from the RIC store, suits her perfectly. She seems cozy and warm while the sun sets on the kitchen windows. As always, the light from the mighty sun reflects on her magnificent strawberry blonde. Mick wants to put his hand in her hair and smell that sweet smell of honey again. Her perfume intoxicates him. He's lost in her beauty that he doesn't even realize she talked to him.

"What?" He mumbles, a bit embarrassed to have been cough daydreaming.

"Do you want maple syrup on your pancake?"

He nods, and they eat in silence. Mick thanks her multiple time for her kindness, and she laughs. She finds him sweet. He is sweet. All those things he says and how he tells them makes her heart go. Butterflies in her stomach. She rests a hand on her belly, rubbing it distractedly, listening to Mick mumbling about his recent discovery about their baby.

The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes she hasn't been fair to him either, especially about the baby. She knows they have to talk about it eventually, but right now wants this peace and quiet moment, without drama, to continue forever. She's lost in her thought and hasn't realized he is asking her a question.

"Hum?"

"How is he?" He asks again, pointing at her baby bump.

"Oh, everything is fine. The baby is perfectly healthy and strong and has a strong heartbeat."

"Really?" Mick’s eyes light up, and she smiles affectionately.

"Yeah! Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure." The spark in his eyes makes her smile even more.

She gets her phone and headphone and comes back quickly. She sets the devices on his head and searches her playlist for the baby songs. She hasn't stopped listening to it since the doctor gave her a record.

For a few seconds, he can't hear a thing. But, little by little, the beats are listened to. Regular and strong. Tears of joy appear in his eyes. This is Mick's first time hearing his baby’s heart beating. Even if it’s not live, he is filled with joy. He smiles fully and gently puts his hand against the young woman’s belly. He caresses tenderly and can no longer hold back his tears. The emotion is strong. He never thought he would be so moved by a very small being not yet born. Seeing him move makes her move, and she wipes her tears. She is more than happy to be able to share her moment with him finally. She ties her fingers to his and puts her head against his shoulder.

"Come with me at ROC this weekend." He mumbles once the recording of the heartbeat is finished. "We have much to discuss, but I want you close, and I don't want this to end."

Mick’s heart beats a thousand a second, and his nervousness makes him blush. To reassure himself after this proposal, he caresses his stomach. God, he can’t wait for the baby to move, for him to feel it too.

She hesitates to accept his request and doesn’t want to find herself in a situation she doesn’t like again. And even more, this is a public event, and many people will be there. It’s one thing to meet his family at home and stay in a private setting, but it’s another to make this story public. He feels his hesitation, and he cannot help but add.

"My friend Sebastian is going to be there. I really want you to meet him. It’s like a second father, a mentor to me. And I want him to see the person who’s going to... I hope... share her life with me." He whispers at the end of his sentence, barely inaudible.

Her heart goes wild, and the butterflies in her belly fly away. She feels light and happy. Happy that he offers her. Glad he chose her. Glad she could finally tell “us��� after these weeks of loneliness.

"Okay." She says. "I'll go with you."  

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[jeanricher]

Buying or renting, which is best for you and your family? It can be a hard decision. Find the answer in our attached blog!

[nelliesnellie]

My fingers are covered in decades of family grime. What follows are glimpses of family history, told through a bag of loose change. In other words, I sorted some coins and got all thinky and shit.

"Here," my mom said, when I was packing to move for grad school. "You should take our Canadian coins with you." She handed me a hefty plastic sack of loose change, accrued over about twenty years. The part of New York State we were living in is quite rural – the sort of region with more cows than people. So we would frequently make the short trip across the St. Lawrence River into Ottawa and its suburbs (or as we called it, "the Canadian Riviera").

I've kept that sack of change over the past three years living in the easternmost region of Canada. I've never dealt with it, largely because the banks here don't have any goddamn coin machines. A coinstar, a coinstar, my kingdom for a coinstar! I'm now unemployed, and faced with increased rent until I can find new roommates. That bag of coins became worth the hassle, and I sat down with some Christmas music and plastic Dollarama coin wrappers.

Rather than being a medievalesque pouch of gold, this particular sack of coins was a heavy duty gallon sized plastic bag, with several smaller receptacles inside. First I pulled out a bag of what turned out to be Euros. Ok. Off to an interesting start. I set them aside, knowing they may be useful one day. How closely were these coins sorted?

As I began to sort the coins, two unexpected piles became necessary: Canadian Pennies, and Unexpected Chaos. Pennies have been out of commission in Canada for over a decade. And Deutschmarks, a prime sample of the Unexpected Chaos, were replaced by the Euro in the early 2000s.

I wondered why these particular Deutschmarks ended up in this bag of money. Probably it was from our family trip to Germany in the late 90s. I like to think however, that they came from an earlier trip, perhaps even my Mom's time living there in the 70s as an exchange student.

My fingers quickly began to feel gross from handling decades of family grime that had gathered on the coins. Out of the bag fell a small, familiar looking object. After a moment I realized it was a piece of dry cat food. It was the brand that my dear cat ate. She was my best friend for quite a long time, before passing away four years ago. Eating was complicated for her in the end, but she never lost her affectionate and cheerful demeanor. How did a piece of cat food end up in here?

While the Deutschmarks were my mom's, the English shillings had to have been my dad's. He's a bit of an anglophile, and traveled in the country in the 70s. Odd that they stuck around that long.

Other countries represented included: Mexico, Norway, Turkey, the NYC Transit System, and Greece. Norway had to be a result of the 2018 family trip, and the only family member who's been to Turkey is my sister. That coin must be hers. The Greek coin must be from my parents honeymoon. I wonder how they feel about this, now that they're separated?

The coins were interesting but seriously gross. Although I suppose money is always gross, since it touches so many hands and places. Some Canadian friends were talking shit about American dollar bills recently. I find the soft papery money far more comfortable than the plastic of Canadian bills, but my friends thought it felt gross. Surely, though, it isn't that much worse, germ for germ?

I have no idea how the Mexican coin got there. Maybe it came from Nana, who knows? As far as the old NYC transit tokens go, I might make jewelry from them. I was born in the city, so its nice to have some ephemera from there.

After about ninety minutes, and a fair amount of wrestling coin rolls, my task was done. I had a much smaller bag of wrapped coins ready for the bank, a tin full of random currency, a few old sandwich bags, and a now empty mason jar. It was time to wash my hands.

[thebunnycruise]

Less of a question and more of a comment, Im sorry if its in the wrong spot lol, I just had to say this. I promise it’s not a hate comment, and sorry for the length.

I have never in my life seen something that has made me feel so physically ill. I feel genuinely sick reading this, and mentally exhausted from it. I have never read anything that has ever made me want to do something about these topics so badly. I hate this comic, and feel every fiber of my body crumble that I can’t do anything to help these women. It’s such an uncomfortable and painful feeling to see such heinous acts being done to people who i know are just down on their luck and never deserved this. I hate to sound cliche, but this was the eye opener of the fucking century.

You should be proud of your work, you’re doing something that I haven’t ever seen work as effectively and as potently as this.

One question I guess; I unfortunately can’t donate, but what else could us readers do? This comic destroyed me and I’m genuinely desperate at this point to see some happy ending come out of this, and I don’t know what I can do.

Thank you for this question! And sorry for ruining your mood, I think... TL/DR: Giving a shit is free. I recall this one lady being interviewed by a local news reporter regarding her views on the homeless problem in her neighbourhood, and she said something that stuck in my mind: "The more I have to [pick up] human feces, the less empathy I have." I think that one comment really hit home why we're at this point in society. People connect with the characters on the Bunny Cruise because we see their backstories, how they got to where they are, what they've lost along the way, what they dream of for the future, and how they've suffered in trying to reach for that dream. But, even though we know the guy OD'ing on the sidewalk passed out in his own sick must have had a life, have dreams, it's not something we think of in the moment. The difference between the Cruise and real life is that the girls have each other to support them through it, but we will walk over or side-step the heroin addict on the sidewalk without a second glance. That "mentally drained" and "physically ill" feeling is the cognitive dissonance talking. It's when we're forced to confront an perspective that challenges our way of thinking, or in this case, face a fear that perhaps the only difference between us and 67, 10, the twins, or that guy on the sidewalk, is just pure luck. For a lot of us, this is something very uncomfortable, and it's much easier to put it out of our heads and move on with our lives. And politicians take advantage of this fear and apathy far too often. Famously, Mark Sutcliffe (Calling you out, asshole), the recently elected Mayor of Ottawa, campaigned on zoning land for more large, single-family homes rather than more compact, affordable housing. He called it "preserving the community and keeping it safe", but we all know what that really means by now. Or they will call for increased police spending and promise to be tougher on crime (which Sutcliffe also did). Because having bad luck or being neglected and abused by capitalism is a crime now... I think the easiest thing to do, is to just think about it, and speak up when the issue comes up. All too often, things like homeless shelters, affordable housing projects, and safe injection sites, don't get built because people don't want to think about the people living on the fringe of society. But the thing is, people with nowhere to go have to go somewhere.

I donate to a women's shelter because I've worked with women fleeing violence in the past, and it's an important cause for me. I also realize that I am in a very fortunate position to be able to pay rent and have a little left over to put toward charity work. But speaking up and spreading the word is free. The next time someone wants to veto a safe injection site project, speak up against them, ask them what millionaire real estate firm is lining their pockets. Vote for that city councilor campaigning to build shelters and affordable homes. Have a relative who says "the homeless deserve what's happening to them"? Shut them down, ruin that christmas dinner. They sound like a dick anyway.

It's not much, but I think if we can all treat our fellow humans a little better instead of kicking them to the curb, we can make a bit of a difference in the world.