When Jack and I met, she was living in Victoria and I was living in East Van. Two months later, we were living together in Pemberton. From that first damp townhouse way too close to the powerlines, we moved to a house in Vinyl Village, the little neighbourhood slightly futher away from the powerlines.
We still miss that house. Often. That’s where we lived when Esmé was born. It was bright and sunny, and it had a great yard, and a handy-dandy garage, and a wood stove, and a jaw-droppingly amazing view of Mount Currie. We loved it. But then the economy slumped and the restaurant Jack cheffed at in Whistler buckled under the weight of Olympic expectations, and we moved to Vancouver so that she could transfer within the company and we could be closer to family.
We found a crumbling old monster of a house, and immediately upon moving in, I panicked. It needed too much work, it was too damp, it was moldy, it was leaning to one side, it was all wrong, and we’d made a terrible mistake in taking it on.
So we packed everything up again, three months later.
By this time, the movers knew us on a first name basis.
We moved to a basement condo in my old neighbourhood. One that we couldn’t afford, especially when we were looking at a second maternity leave. But it was in the right community, which is where I wanted to be if we weren’t going to be in Pemberton anymore. Right away, we started applying to co-ops.
Thankfully, we got into this co-op on our second try. Our place is about 900 sq ft over three floors, and so it’s a bit tall & skinny, with small footprints on each floor. A bonus: it’s literally across the street from the overpriced, underground place, so still in my favourite and beloved neighbouhood. We moved in when Esmé about two and a half. It’s been the longest we’ve lived anywhere since getting together, and perhaps the longest place I’ve lived since leaving home. (Mom? Is that right? Sam? Yeah?)
We talk about moving all. the. time.
It drives Jack bonkers, but it’s a thing of mine. I love getting a glimpse into people’s homes, and so I’m always looking at listings, if for no other reason that it’s easy spying, and I can call it research.
And I’m always looking for interesting places to explore, and then I get excited and start looking for jobs for Jack there, and then I look at cost of living, real estate and rental options (and it’s ALWAYS cheaper than Vancouver), and then just before I call our good friends at Ellis Moving, Jack reels me back down to earth and reminds me why this place is just fine for us right now. It’s not perfect, and that’s okay, because it gives me permission to keep looking and dreaming and scheming, and imagining us in yurts and RV’s and beach cottages and mountain cabins and floating homes and lofts in various towns and cities around the globe.
I can imagine us living here forever, and I can imagine giving notice tomorrow. That’s my temperament though, and how I am in the world in general.
And so here it is, our home on any given day. For now.