Well we have done it. Photos are still to come but I can say now that we have moved in to our new family home. It feels so great to have this place. It has space, potential, wow, just everything we were looking for. Briana and I have been pinching ourselves and giving each other amazed looks over the last two days, as if to say “Can this be happening? We live here! Is that not great? I know, right?”

We dove in and got to work right away. The move in was smooth and uneventful except for a stream of dirty jokes from the movers and tales of younger days as a free lovin’ hippie back in Hawaii. Since then we have rolled around in home ownership like chickens in a dust pile (with extra clucking). We have had the obligatory trips to Canadian Tire, Home Depot and Ikea, with the promise of more to come. I have cut my own grass ( MY OWN GRASS) for the first time ever and improved my domestic drainage with the addition of a downspout extension, some 3/8 pebbles and a spade.

Briana has planted some tomatoes and herbs and generally done a million and one things to make this house our home. Wesley loves the place, everything about it seems perfect to him so he just toddles around the absurdly expansive rooms cackling to himself. Wagner, the dog, thinks that we are on vacation and at any moment he will be able to finally go home. Poor puppy, he doesn’t yet know that the space is his too. Not being on the New West Quay has really cut down the number of other dog he sees in a day so maybe he is just missing the domination of like creatures.

It is fabulous and exhausting. More and much more to do, a suite to rent and a life to lead. Check here again soon.