I confess I can’t even remember (or find) who wrote that, but I’m guessing they didn’t mean do this:
But better safe than sorry right?
Yes, we moved from one side of the country to the other – from Halifax, Nova Scotia to Sooke, British Columbia to live with my parents and basically exhale.
And then a year later we moved again, this time up the Island to the small town of Ucluelet.
And that first move from Nova Scotia was two years ago already, though it feels like yesterday, and also a million years ago.
And I’ve been meaning to update and end this blog ever since, and it bothers me daily that I haven’t, even though really only 3 people read this: my mom, Sam, and (briefly) a guy in Panama…
So…here we are, on the other side, both literally and figuratively. The short story of how and why is that Sam got really sick, so we sold our house, packed up our things, and moved across the country to be closer to my family. The long version of the story is…just way WAY too long, and probably just too much information anyway – plus, let’s be real, I will definitely never get around to writing it. I’ve started and stopped this update multiple times and have pages and pages written in my head (usually at 3am, obvs) about all that transpired…but I have come to the conclusion after two years that I really just don’t have it in me to write something profound and inspiring. Maybe one day.
So, yes, we sold our precious home in a move that was both heartbreaking and like removing a gigantic weight from our shoulders.
Here’s what it looked like when we left:
A little reminder of where we started…
Blood, sweat, and more than a few tears to be sure.
And now we have a new home in which to direct our energies, though this one is about 100 years more modern…but not without its own special quirks (you didn’t think we’d buy something completely normal and trouble-free did you?).
I was toying with the idea of re-starting this blog as we update this 70’s split level wonder we just moved into (the classic ‘BC Box’), but honestly after all we’ve gone through…I’m done. For now.
Before we found a house we could afford we spent 7 months in a camping trailer.
(feel free to google ‘B.C. housing crisis’ )
And after that, plus Sam nearly dying, home decor just isn’t a huge priority anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I still obsess over paint colours and light fixtures and all that fun stuff, but I’m just grateful right now that we have a place to live that’s not on wheels, and that my little family is intact and happy and healthy. The fact I have popcorn ceilings and carpet is really neither here nor there.
But I did write a poem for our new house…ahem:
Oh BC Box
you cost quite a lot
for something that
But you have four walls and a roof
and it’s incontestable proof
that we’re much better off than
So I may be back at some point. Goodness knows, there’s always something to work on…
(clearly we won’t live in a pink house forever)
But for now, I wish you all good renovations, but more importantly, good health, and a sound roof and four walls that don’t keep you up at night…