April 16, 2012 , Halifax
BEFORE there was just a simple idea: that of travelling.
And then I met Dave and he introduced me to travelling via boat.
BEFORE, there was no boat.
And then we sold Dave's boat, and bought a new one that was ocean-travel-worthy and capable of us doing the above with ease and comfort. .
BEFORE there was a house and furniture and STUFF.
And now we find ourselves with a SOLD sign on the house, getting rid of furniture, and seriously needing to downsize on the Stuff.
We spent most (if not all) of this weekend on Banyan getting the boatwork started. Lugging stuff to the boat and and prepping and cleaning the insides so that when the shrinkwrap cover comes off, we can attack the outsides... especially the Before and After shot of the aft cabin... my oh my. We really are figuring that, especially gas prices being what they are, the sooner we get her back to Halifax Harbour, the better.
My darling (21 year old) son came with us to East River Marine if nothing else to get away from city life and recoup from his gruelling final week of university. He watched us work for a while and then meandered off, camera in hand. I thought nothing of it, until about 3 hours later, when we were getting ready to pack up and leave and he was nowhere to be found. Found my cellphone and his text simply read "OMG I think I'm lost". He had been happily plodding along on the Chester Connector Trail, one foot in front of the other enjoying the beautiful sunny skies and well... we found him a mere 8 km's away, sipping a smoothie at Tim's where we immediately told him he was grounded. LOL.
BEFORE is where we are coming from.
AFTER is what we are headed to.
In betweeen are the Fun Times.
April 12, 2012 , Dartmouth
Last few weeks we were bubbling with excitement to get away, perfect timing what with the long Easter weekend, so looking forward to time off, and time away, and time with each other, my hunny and I.
Also, being with family that I only see once a year (if that), is always heart warming - reconnecting, sharing, having fun ! It's never long enough, though, and damn it was way too hard to leave. However, it's admittedly also good to come back "home", to get back into our own routines. Which makes me wonder about the whole concept of home and routines when one steps out of the box as we are planning to do... what will be our new routine on our new home?
So, i've always maintained that Thoughts (do indeed) become Things. The Universe seems to agree as well.
Perfect case in point. Dave spent the better part of the last two weeks, nattering, that "watch" while we are away, there will be a viewing, and an offer", and we'll be away from home, and have to deal with all of it long distance, and sure enough, as we were driving up to Quebec City, didn't we get a phone call that a viewing had taken place. The next day (while said nattering person was stuffing his face with poutine), interested potential buyer was walking through our house a second time. Second viewings are pretty much a sure sign that an offer is on its way. And sure enough, one arrived that very evening.
And then the flurry of emails in cyberspace ensued... and we followed through with a counter offer, which had us scrambling to the nearest Business Depot Fax machine in the allowable time limit. Back and Forth it went for the next couple of days until both parties were reasonably satisfied, which had us once again scrambling for the nearest Business Depot fax machine, which just happened to be closed as it was Easter Sunday. Strangely enough, this potential buyer is from Quebec. It probably would've been cheaper for us to drive over and hand deliver the paperwork to him then to fax the pages long distance. However the fact of the matter is one seems to pay a hefty price in order to have others to do some simple forwarding of messages, it's always imperative to double check your crossed t's and dot your i's yo'self. HAH.
So house inspection was done yesterday and we have just been informed that there's nothing to be addressed. Thank The Universe for that one. Funny what 24 hours of worry can do to you when you learn that there was nothing to worry about in the first place. Funny how we build mountains sometimes out of molehills. And now there's yet another 24 hour time period before the final signatures can happen and we can place a SOLD sign on top of the FOR SALE SIGN, YAY.
And voila. As always, glad that you tuned in :)
CAPTION: A rather deserted looking marina, such is the time of year, in Quebec City.