Curious Feelings….wait, what?

Its been a week!

Terrible weather, a heart surgery, and house anxiety, coupled with that “waiting for pay day so I can buy toilet paper” feeling. 

The worst. 

 
snowbank

The weather here has been horrible for work. On a personal note, I love the snow. I love “in” days where I can just sit back with a coffee and relax (maybe finish that book!, or play some video games…. ) or just Pinterest with my Fae fiancée. I went out the other day to the dollar store and bought a crazy carpet and she thought I was nuts. Here I am, 30ish, and driving around the city in a snow storm looking for the best hill to slide down. I miss the days where, as a kid, I would spend all day outside and play on my GT, making awesome snow forts in the woods, or siccckkk jumps for my snowboard. Skating was also a big thing, although I had much more fun playing winter versions of “army men” with my friends. I almost always lived on or near a lake in Ontario growing up so a rink was always there. Dad would help shovel off the snow and flood it for us whenever we got the urge to skate around. We loved it. 

 Speaking of Dad, he went in for another heart surgery. I hate surgeries. As a child I spent quite a bit of time in the hospital and remember how terrifying it was to me. In retrospect, it really wasn’t so bad, the nurses were always nice and I made a lot of friends when I was stuck in there. I just hate feeling weak. I don’t like seeing my Dad weak either. He is the toughest son of a gun I know and the only other person who scares me as much as he does when he gets angry at me is my mother. and the way he looks after heart surgery makes me sad. My mother is anxious, I’m anxious, and Dads gone through this so many times, he knows its fine. Just some rest and relaxation and he’ll be good as new. Its crazy how routine heart surgery can be now-a-days. they spent only like an hour and put two stints in an artery outside his heart and didn’t even have to open his chest. They actually went through the wrist! It was fantastic, and its so non invasive that he actually was released later that day, to come back to my place and rest for the night at my apartment.

 Can’t wait for the house. We take possession mid April! 54 days, but who’s counting, right? My faincee and I have so many plans, I just don’t know how we are going to do all the things we want to do this year while saving for the wedding. word to the wise kids, house first, than wedding! It’s so much easier to plan a wedding after you’ve dealt with all the stresses of purchasing a home. Never do both at the same time, it will make you crazy! We plan on having a painting party (unbeknown to our friends…) right after we get keys. Sweat equity is going to be put in like crazy, and I’m sure after this, no one will want to come to our wedding because they will be afraid that they will have to set up the tent on the day of or something! ( I mean, we can always use some more people to BBQ, right???) 

 But, I’m happy that I have the weekend off to relax. I wonder what the weekend will bring???

Mixed feelings and the ideas that make us shake

I was in a glass case of emotion. Truly. This morning. And it wasn’t pretty. 

As I was in my apartment shower this morning looking at the ceiling where 4 years of showering in my windowless bathroom has started making the metal edging for the drywall rust, I was contemplating screaming. I didn’t, as my fiancée would’ve had my testicles cut for waking her, but the thought of living in the apartment we had spent the last 4 years in, another day, made me want to. After a year of house hunting, looking at real estate websites, Kijiji, 25+ home viewings, and one failed offer, we have finally found a place that may just work for us. I think I should give you some background info on us first, so you can get why this place meets our criteria. 

We ( my fiancée and I ) are in our late twenties, and have been both city folk and country-ish. Between the two of us, we have lived across this great country from the farthest west you can go, to the east. I grew up in very rural, small town, with mom and pop stylings and she grew up in a mix of east coast capital and Victoria B.C. Totally different, right? But I don’t hold it against her, I have hence taught her how to milk a cow by hand. She’s country now. Anyhow, since we (both) love the more private close knit community feeling of the countryside, we tried to find a place outside our city with no view of neighbours and/or the road. The biggest thing for me was I wanted not to be hooked up to any municipal water or sewer, as the thought of paying for water is the most ridiculous thing ever. I mean, come on. Water? I can see if it was a non-renewable resource, but I think this is a conversation for another time.

Back to the house hunt. We had found most everything on a website called Viewpoint. It’s fantastic. Make a login and *poof* you can immediately see assessment values and tax info. Pictures, room measurements, even a walk up rating system. It kind of makes you your own real estate agent. Or at least imitates the lesser powers of the housing gods. I can’t give enough praise to the site. If you are in the house hunt market, check it out! Armed with information and plenty of questions, we called our real estate agent. You NEED an agent. They know the ins and outs of the legal process and people who know me, know I get distracted easily and confused more so. So I recommend a real estate agent AFTER you get more than a few house choices, and investigate into the realm of house buying. They are an invaluable resource and you do not have to pay them for it. Think of them like a Google app who needs to sleep and have alone time. We were recommended to the agent we have and we couldn’t be happier.

More an that later!!!

Cheers!