I think we’re going to like it here…

We’re moved.  I’m officially blogging from a house I own.  We have an office.  And new furniture.  There were a few hiccups but for the most part boxes are unpacked and The Boy and I are feeling settled.

We have a new GIANT couch.  It’s really a toss up as to what is our favourite part, but here’s the short list.

  1. Giant couch.  We had a giant couch before – since we have a giant in our house. But this one is even bigger, and firmer and not ripped, and new and SOOOO long.  I’ll post pictures when I get my camera back but for now know that the Boy is comfortably curled in one corner, I’m sitting about 2/3 of the way down and we’re not touching.  As The Boy will quickly tell you – this is glorious.
  2. Giant bed! There was a hiccup with the bed.  Our mattress was delivered – thank you Jesus – but our frame had a crack in it, so they took it away and it’s being redelivered later today.  We’ve been enjoying our new king mattress on the floor, and will love it even more tonight now that we’ve turned it the right way (I told you it wasn’t square Sista) and there isn’t a dog sleeping on my pillow.
  3. Room to stretch.  Our new house isn’t huge by any means but it’s way bigger than our apartment, and it’s just giving us a bit more room to stretch.  I’m looking forward to doing some yoga in the office or reading in our reading nook.  It’s not that I feel the need to get away from The Boy, but we’re far less on top of each other – c’mon who can’t appreciate that.
  4. Clean bathroom.  By the time we left our apartment the enamel was completely gone on the bathtub and the whole thing was rusted out and gross.  I consoled myself by feeling reassured that I continued to clean it – so it was clean dirt at least but as I was doing a final clean yesterday, I was noticing how much black mold was lurking around.  And my lungs were not happy while the dust was flying.
  5. It’s ours.  We’re unpacked and getting settled and we’re making it ours.  I said to the Boy on Sunday that I was excited but it didn’t feel like ours yet.  It’s starting to.  The more we’re here the better it will feel.  We had a lot of great memories in our apartment but we’ve got lots to look forward to in our home.

The neighbours seem great, we’ve been told on multiple occasions, by multiple sources that our side of the neighbourhood is the better side.  Our neighbours have a fire pit and apparently everyone gets along and are really friendly.  It’s a quiet street and there’s lots of puppies around for our coming little one to play with!

Pictures to follow but for now – we’re settling in and it feels pretty great.


Closing Time – You can’t stay here

Today’s the day!!! It’s Closing Day! Hurrah!!!!!!
It’s a little bittersweet – just a little.  As I’m looking around our first home there are things I’ll miss and things I won’t.  In honour of our first home 5 fast things I won’t miss and 5 fast things I will.

  1. Not controlling the heat. Our apartment is in a century home that has been split into 4 apartments.  It’s water radiators are efficient – when they’re on. The heat is controlled by the apartment downstairs.  The first winter we were here the people in that apartment didn’t know they controlled it for the whole house and turned the heat off whenever they weren’t home – we froze for a good couple of weeks before we found them.
  2. Not controlling the temperature of my shower. Similarly to heat, in an old house we all have the same hot water tank. If you’re showering and someone else decides to do laundry – you better be quick or get out of the way!
  3. Speaking of laundry – The Boy and I are thrilled to not have to cart our laundry all over Ontario.  Spilled something on yourself? Now we can wash it right away!!
  4. Nosey neighbours. Okay, so they’re not that bad, but we do live across the street from our landlords and while they are lovely people, it’s just a bit…. close.
  5. The draft.  We love the old character of our house, but an old comes with old windows and in the winter – those windows are really crappy.  Our apartment is super cute but in the winter – it’s small and it’s cold.


But there are things we’ll miss too:

  1. The character.  We really love the large window frames, 9 inch base boards and old wood floors.  Our new house is new – and that’s going to be great too, but we really loved that we lived in an old house with lots of history.
  2. The neighbourhood.  Even though we’re only moving about 1 km away, we’re in a new neighbourhood.  Sure that means we’ll find new houses to lust after, but we really like looking at the all the other old houses in our current area.
  3. The “lake”.  Part of the neighbourhood is a really nice central park, with a big “lake” (not a lake at all, it’s a pond but they call it a lake – I don’t know why).  We walk around this “lake” every night and look for the beaver, check in on the ducks. Again, our new house will come with a new walk route but until we find it we’ll miss our old one.
  4. Muscle Beach.  Our square-footage basically doubled in the summer with Muscle Beach – our rooftop patio and container garden.  Our new house will get a new deck next summer – it’s already on the Boy’s to-do list. But there’s something about a roof top that’s just so much cooler. Maybe it’s the lack of railings that made it feel more badass. HA!
  5. The neighbours. Our family friends, and priest live one street over. We’ll miss running into them on our daily walks and it’s been nice to have someone we know living so close.  It gives our neighbourhood a small town feel when you run into people on the street, or have someone throw rocks or an apple core at your window to get your attention.

Good-bye little apartment.  We’ve loved you while we were here – but it’s time to go.

Farewell old friend

There’s been a death in the family.  We I knew it was coming.  Others were in more denial.  I thought she would last until we moved.  Others were apparently convinced she would live forever.

Alas, everything has it’s season.  And nothing can live forever.

The Red Rocket has passed.

The Boy is really sad.  (I don’t really know why, since he barely drove it the last 2 years and being a one car family has very little impact on him).  It might be because he returned his plates today.  The plates he’s had since his first car when he was 18 (also a red boat-like car). Maybe it’s because the car was his Grandpa’s and while his Grandpa is still alive and well – his daily reminder of Grandpa’s generosity has moved on to the scrap yard.  Maybe it’s because it was him who finally blew it up – not his fault, but I’m glad it wasn’t me who had just turned the car on when it went BANG and died. Maybe it’s because he really wanted it to make it to 250,000 km – I think it had about 247,000. Maybe it’s because the scrap yard only gave him  $250 and he’s finally realized that we’ve poured good money after bad into that car for far too long.

Maybe it’s just a Boy thing – Boys and cars? That’s a thing right?

Maybe it’s none of those things.  It doesn’t really matter – none of those reasons are going to bring her back.

She’s dead.  Good and dead. I saw the engine.  There were pieces visibly broken, things that had clearly exploded when he turned the key that last time.

They said they could fix the broken cover for $500, but after that they would do a diagnostic on the engine and it may require rebuilding the engine depending on how much damage was done in the BANG.  The Boy said, “No thanks.”  The mechanic said “Good decision.”

Good decision is right.

So we’re a one car family for now. The plan is to move,  get settled, and then go car shopping.  Nothing like doing everything all at once, right?!

Bank Gods and Car Gods I tell you.

What are you gonna do?

Clean out the trunk and move on.


Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

Did you notice that the wedding posts (and all posts for that matter) fell off the planet? Yeah, me too.  What can I say… the summer’s been a little nutso.

But today’s the day. One year later. First anniversary.

“They” say the first year is the hardest. If that’s the case I can happily report the Boy and I are in for years of smooth sailing. I read a post the other day from Fumbling Towards Normalcy about fairy tales and happily ever after. It made me laugh. Shana always makes me laugh. But she opened this post reflecting on a friend’s status on her anniversary and I really couldn’t agree more.

For richer and poorer – check – (got a new job; bought a house)

In sickness and in health – check (only the odd man cold; for the most part we’re pretty healthy)

For better for worse – check and check.

Sure we’ve had an argument or too, but we also had a lot of fun. It feels different than when we were engaged or dating. And still any time the Boy refers to me as his wife it feels a little strange but it also makes me feel really loved.

But as I remember what we promised each other last year, it makes me remember how lucky we are. Lucky to have found each other. Lucky to have had such a perfect wedding day. Lucky to be supported and loved by so many people. Lucky to have such a happy life together.

Happy Anniversary Buddy. 1 year down, lifetime to go. 🙂