Oh hey! Did you hear?! We’ve vacated Ontario for our more coastal home of Nova Scotia! For my friends who read the site regularly, that was my attempt at sarcasm (as it’s all I’ve talk about for the past month). For those who haven’t visit BB in a while, it’s a genuine update!
It’s true, we have said farewell to Toronto and our almost six year tenure there, and headed for greener (or at least oceany-bluer) pastures. Home buying in Nova Scotia is muuuuch easier on the wallet than home buying in TO, and it was time to be closer to family and our roots. You can read the oh-so-fun details of first-time home buying here. And yes, that was a hint of sarcasm there too, but in all honesty the challenge was very fun.
So the move! HA HA HA! Can we start with the u-haul situation? Being a bit of a collector *cough hoarder cough* , I knew that I was to at least rent the two bedroom truck for our one bedroom apartment. And that should have sufficed, right? Well, let’s see. We gutted the rooms (with SO MUCH HELP from the best friends EVER! xo):
(that last one is a photo of a previous [HIDEOUS] wall color that I at one time actually chose. Info on that here.)
And even without our bbq, my sun lounger, 2 muskoka chairs, 2 occasional chairs, a bookshelf, and my bike, we still managed to finish like this:
A few children of the 90’s and one blessed word for you: Tetris. We got ‘er done. I wasn’t too broken up about parting with some of our wares (though my bike is being shipped), and really, it wasn’t what was in the back that mattered: all my most precious cargo was in the cab with me.
We said a late night goodbye to 406, and we were on the 401 headed east by 10:30 pm on Wednesday night (only 12 hours behind schedule! WOO!). We were to make it to Halifax by Friday at 9 am for our pre-closing inspection.
Trading off driving shifts, one motel stop, and lots of fuel (of both the Redbull and petrol varieties), we managed to haul our @$$es cross country. A note to all small girls who apparently hug the shoulder when they drive: driving a 14 foot u-haul is freakin’ terrifying. Ya think that is a placid look on my face in the photo above? It’s pure and honest fear. Keeping your eyes straight ahead also wasn’t easy when you were passing visions like this:
And keeping your eyes locked in the forward position is particularly stressful when you’re passing visions like this:
Snow. Huh. Well, hello to you too, Maritime provinces.
But the October 6th snow soon cleared, and we pulled into Halifax at about 4:30 am on Friday morning, just in time to catch a couple z’s before closing. Things started to get a little bat-sh*t crazy at the end: both Jeff and I had our respective “I can’t do it anymore” freak-outs (his after 8 straight hours, mine after 20 minutes), and we both saw something fall from the late-night sky that was reminiscent of the meteor from The Blob. We checked the news and found nothing reported, so I guess we’ll chalk it up to McDonald’s-induced hallucinations.
And welcome to Bayside, NS. Our new home. Closing day was toooonnes of fun (I’m a sarcastic Sally tonight!), with things like this greeting us as pre-closing surprises:
“Nooo! We don’t need a hot water heater. Please, take it with you when you go”. A misunderstanding which was figured out by Tuesday (thank God for our little black kettle [love you Jo K.!]).
But really, it was all worth it. The insanity of the pack, the motel with no hot water (hey, just realized that repeating trend now!), and even the sadness of saying goodbye to the Toronto chapter of our lives: it’s all worth it to be home, to be with family, and to sit with an evening coffee enjoying this:
Welcome to Bayside, Nova Scotia: the new home of Vikki, Jeff, Ziggy, Lady, and Buoy Bird. We can’t wait to share the adventure with you! xo