Life On The Road ~ The End

The car is packed, the cooler has bottles of water and snacks ready for the long road trip we have ever taken. 6055 kilometers to be more specific. We drove from Victoria, BC to Frederiction, NB, in six days. We chose to drive through the United States because the gas was cheaper and we wanted to drive through some of the iconic areas of the country, like Yellowstone National Park. I loved witnessing Old Faithful Geyser first hand.

Our last two days of travel were the most challenging. I will be honest, the drive from Cleveland to Connecticut was not my favorite. My hubby would have to agree. He drove five days out of six and I completely understand why people may get upset on the highways. When I think of highway driving, I recall when my parents and I would drive from Nova Scotia to Ontario to visit my grandparents. There didn’t seem to be a lot of cars on the road, yet when we checked in a hotel there were a lot of people from all over the country checking in and sharing road trip stories. That was over thirty years ago. The population of our earth has grown. In 1984 the world’s population was 4.5 billion. The population of the world thus far is 7.7 billion. Why am I sharing these stats? Firstly, I was curious. Secondly, I wanted to compare the number of people that I remember when I was younger to the number of people we encountered during our recent adventures. At times it felt like everyone was moving along like zombie’s in the movie, Night of the Living Dead. Just slowing moving in their cars to the parking lot to get out and shuffle to see the next local attraction. These observations may sound darker than my usual upbeat stories, but I think it is important to share what is real. I was looking forward to getting back to our home in the country and not competing for space to move, to breath.

The scenery along the highway to Connecticut was highway and forest. It wasn’t as picturesque as the western mountain views, however, I enjoyed watching the trees whip by as we moved forward to our next destination. We made our way through New Jersey and drove across the George Washington Bridge in New York. I saw seas of cars, people and buildings. I noticed how much I didn’t like being in the city. I kept quiet and stared out the window until there was a little break on the highway and we were able to go at a normal speed for a few miles. Though we thought it would take just less than eight hours to get to our hotel, we were on the road for ten hours that day and I felt it once we got out of the truck and checked into the hotel. We were exhausted. We walked to the nearest restaurant to have dinner then headed back to the hotel and I think we asleep by 9:00 pm. We knew we would have another long day for our last day of travel and losing another hour when we crossed the border back into Atlantic Canada time zone.

The next morning started off with a lot of traffic trying to get out of Connecticut. There was an accident and that slowed the morning up. Each lane of the three to four lanes on the interstate where full, maybe two or three-car lengths between each car, but there was nowhere to move fast. There wasn’t much we could do but move along like a cow in a heard to the barn for the night. I think the cows would be moving faster than we were on the high way at times. Once we got past New Hampshire the cars seemed to be less and the drive went by quickly. By 6:00 pm we were at the US-Canada Border and once we headed into Woodstock, NB the time changed to 7:00 pm and by 8:30 pm we were parking the truck in our driveway being greeted by family with open arms and welcome home’s. The road trip was over and now it was time to settle into our home.

We have been in Frederiction for two weeks now. I have unpacked some boxes and setting up my writing room, and I’m sure it is going to be a process. I found a vintage teachers desk that I stripped and restained my first week at the house. I started my new job at the Radisson Kingswood Hotel & Suites on August 12 and I still feel like it’s all surreal to me that we left Victoria, BC only three weeks ago. My first week of work was interesting and I may get into that a little later. For now, I need to get back to writing. I can tell that I haven’t done much writing, I am short with myself and my hubby. I think about my next memoir but don’t take the time to sit down and be with it as I need to. I am aware and will be focusing on my new writing routine.

Thank you so much for being here with me and reading our road trip adventures. If you haven’t had a chance to catch up to the start of our adventures here is the link to our first few days on the road.

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Life On The Road Part 2

Why do we take road trips? Is it part of our nature that wants to explore and be on our own? No commitments to airlines or trains. There is no time schedule when on the open road. It is ours to take at our own leisure. Sure, there are times you would like to be at your destination at a certain time. What road trips have you been on? What moments during your journey stand out the most? For me, each day was exciting. Yes, we had a plan of where each day would bring us, but I didn’t know what we would see or experience. That’s the whole fun of not knowing, the ego doesn’t like one bit but it doesn’t really matter when you are in the moment.

Day 3

We woke up early and were on the road by 6:30 am and when we stopped for gas five minutes away, I realized I left my notebook in the hotel room. Quickly, we backtracked and then we were on our way to Oacoma, South Dakota via Mount Rushmore National Park. What a wondrous scenic drive. The mountain ranges have a life of their own, their own stories, their secrets. They also hold everyone’s stories who has touched or driven past them over the billions of years they have been standing on this earth.

Being able to have the opportunity to witness Mount Rushmore is part of my ongoing gratitude of what the universe is proving me and us to excel and maintain this beautiful creative life. Driving along the highway and to behold the natural beauty was breathtaking. I like to show some more pictures to share what we were able to see on the drive.

We arrived in Oacoma, a small town in South Dakota, located on the Missouri River, a town of about 500 people. When Lewis and Clark camped there in the early 1800s, the town was for explorers and hunters to stop and rest. That is exactly what we did. We went for dinner, at Al’s Oasis, a salon type restaurant where vegetarian dishes were not heard of, fish, buffalo or chicken were the options. We are not full-on vegan or vegetarian, but we don’t eat red meat, however, when in Rome…my hubby tried the buffalo burger and I went for the fish and chips. Our hotel was right off the highway and the options were limited. If we stayed in town there were other options, but a five-minute walk from the hotel to the restaurant was perfect for two people on the road for over 9 hours. I was happy to get up and go to the gym before he headed back on the highway.

Day 4 & 5

Oacoma, SD to Davenport, Iowa. Pretty much an 8-hour drive on the Interstate staring at highway, cows and corn farms. I mean a lot of cornfields. I drove this day so there are not a lot of pictures taken. Just image cornfields for long stretched of highway driving. We found a new brew-pub in Davenport that did not disappoint. The food was amazing and the service was great. Good conversations, local brewery, and delicious food, everything you need while driving across the country. Then we made our way from Iowa to Cleveland, OH for one reason, the go-to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

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What I really enjoyed was reading the notes that artists wrote in the books they were reading and on their sheet music as they worked on songs. The above picture is from one of Elvis’s books. I love the note of truly open oneself to love. I wonder what this meant for him? What was he thinking? What was he doing when he wrote these notes? There is a story behind everything. I love the creative process!

After a few hours of being with creativity, it was time for dinner. I looked up a few places to eat before we left on our journey and found a great Mexican and Tequila Eatery on the waterfront of Lake Erie. It was about a two-minute walk from the R&R of Fame. We enjoyed a fantastic meal and conversation with our server, Steve, who hit it off with Adam when they started to talk about golf. We told him about our road trip adventures and he shared stories of his life and how he and his girlfriend will be moving to South Carolina for her nursing career and he is going to pursue a career in sales and business in the gold industry. He brought us complimentary shots of tequila and we toast to our adventures. He said we were the best customers he had hat evening because we were not demanding and were down to earth. Yup, that’s us. Thank you for the tasty tequila!

After dinner, we witnessed a beautiful sunset and headed back to the hotel where we crashed for the night. Another night of deep sleep after a long day on the road, and I’m sure the tequila helped as well.

Stay tuned for the last two days of our road trip. Cleveland to Connecticut and then back to Frederiction. Hurrah!

Thank you for being here with me. I look forward to hearing about your adventures.

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Did you miss the first part of our journey? Check out Life on The Road (part 1) See you there!

 

 

Life On The Road

Do Something Every Day that Scares you ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

 

What have you done lately that may have filled you with fear? I don’t mean this is a negative fear, but that feeling of the unknown and uncomfortableness when the ego loves to stay put in the world of comfort and routine? During my meditation practice, I have learned to let go of thoughts and let them pass by just like clouds in the sky. Don’t hook into the thoughts as they will take you away from your true self. The should’ve’s and could’ve’s easily slip in and you are caught in a spiral of the ego’s trap to “think” and what I learned from one of my meditation guru’s, “Thinking is Stinking”. What I have learned is being in the moment is the only place I can really be right here and now. When I am here on the page, writing, I am in the creative gap where time has no place. I am simply here and now. This is how I felt during our road trip across the country, from Victoria, BC to Frederiction, NB via the United States.

Somewhere along the I-90 to Missoula, Montana
Day 1

The first day of our adventures was a long day. We were up at 4:00 am to get ourselves to the Coho Ferry to Port Angeles to start our journey to Missoula, Montana. We had a slight detour where we didn’t listen to the GPS and had to backtrack for an hour. My partner and I have been together for sixteen years and we have learned that blaming or making a fuss over something we can not control is how we stay on the same page, stay calm and keep moving forward. As we continued along, the past of the detour was washed away by the beautiful scenery of Washington State to Montana. We totally forgot about the time change and when we thought we would be in Missoula by 8:00 pm, it turned out to be 9:00 pm. Feeling a bit tired and overwhelmed, we checked into the hotel, unloaded the truck of our six Rubbermaid bins, one suitcase, a duffle bag of clothes and two backpacks. We beelined it to a quaint restaurant that was open until midnight. We had a nice meal with a well-deserved beer after a ten-hour day on the road and then headed back to the hotel and went straight to bed. I don’t even remember laying my head down on the pillow, I was tired. I woke up early to hit the gym, and then we had a quick breakfast that was part of our hotel room, a standard continental breakfast that satisfies most people. I made homemade 5-ingredient granola bars before we left so we would have something simple and healthy for our trip. I also stocked up on apples at a local grocery store to maintain my daily apple regiment as I knew I wouldn’t be able to make smoothies every day, however, I did buy a few Boathouse, Green Goddess pre-made smoothies to make sure I was not tempted by the make your own waffle stations.

Day 2

 

 

We planned our trip months in advance and we knew we wanted to drive through Yellowstone National Park. It didn’t matter if we saw one of the geysers erupt, but we both kinda thought it would be cool to see Old Faithful erupt if we made it the sight during the predicted times. The geysers are not a schedule, they can erupt between 35 – 120 minutes, no rhyme or reason.

The drive to Yellowstone was stunning. Driving through the Montana mountains was beautiful. I have lived in the Canadian Rocky Mountains when I was working for a few hotels in the late ’90s and early 2000s, and driving through the western US mountain ranges reminded me of my times at Lake Louise and Jasper, AB. Nature is amazing, this earth is magical, to have created such rock formations into mountains that have been here for over 2 billion years. That is pure magic to me.

When we arrived at the entrance of Yellowstone, I was taken back by the number of cars and people entering the park. I know I shouldn’t be surprised, this national park is a destination for many people. I would think it’s a great family vacation, you can camp in the park and take advantage of all the hiking trails (but be very careful of the wildlife), enjoy the many smaller geysers throughout the park. Today, Yellowstone National Park encompasses 2.2 million acres of mountainous wilderness. Can you even imagine? We drove straight through the park to get to our next destination of Cody, WY. We could have stayed in the park for days to explore. When we were waiting for Old Faithful to erupt, I overheard a family chatting about their day and they had been in the park for two days and staying for another three days. They had been hiking for two days and day three they were visiting most of the geysers, then the rest of the time they were going to continue to hike and head to the wildlife areas. What a trip of a lifetime. My imagination was ignited with all the possible stories.

We did witness Old Faithful erupt and it was marvelous. It took about a half-hour from the predicted time for the geyser to start and then the big explosion of water and steam shot out of the earth. Within five minutes the show was over and everyone standing around for the show scurry their way back to their vehicles to make it to their next destination. We followed the hundreds of cars out of the area and made our way out of the park within two hours. The sights of the mountains, rivers, and random small geysers were worth every minute.

Stay tuned for the rest of our journey in my next blog. I still have dreams of all the corn farms we saw during our road trip home.


Thank you for being here with me and sharing our adventures of moving back to the east coast to be closer to family and start our urban farming journey.


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Did you miss the beginning of our road trip? Head to The Biggest Road Trip Ever and follow along as we share our adventures. See you there!

 

 

 

 

 

Being the passenger means I get to take the pictures. This is us after 9 hours and 30 degrees of humidity on the highway...

 

The Biggest Road Trip Ever

When was your latest adventure? Did you go somewhere that you never have been? Head to somewhere you love every year? Take on a new job? Start a new business? What does adventure mean to you? For me and my husband, it is going on a road trip and this latest adventure is our biggest one yet!

If you are reading this post we have started our road trip from Victoria, BC to Fredericton, New Brunswick. We are moving back to New Brunswick to be closer to family, start our own business, growing and selling microgreens, write more books and work at a new hotel. Talk about a new adventure.

How far is it from Victoria, BC to Frederiction, NB? Our route through the US is going to be 6053 kilometers. We have planned a six-day road trip, an average of 8 to 8.5 hours of driving a day. We have made plans to stop to see some fun an exciting attractions, such as Yellow Stone National Park, Mount Rushmore, the rock and roll of fame just to name a few.

Our first stop is in Missoula, Montana. I have never heard of Missoula so I’m excited to explore this town well know for blue-trout fishing along the Clark Fork River. We are taking the 6:00 am Coho Ferry to Port Angeles then the road trip begins. My husband and I travel well together and after 16 years together we know what we are thinking and when one of us is on the edge of being hangry (getting too hungry that it turns into a bit of anger or snappiness is how I like to explain it), we also know we love to crank the music and just drive. Oh, how I love to drive.

A lot has been going on in the past few weeks and especially the last few days with last days of work and packing up the last of our belongings and preparing for the road trip. Now it is time to sit back and enjoy the drive.

Thank you for being here with me. I look forward to hearing about your adventures.

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One Week To Go ~ Chronicles of Moving

When was the last time you moved? Was it a move within the same city or was it a major move across the country? How do you deal with the big decisions of what to sell or do you keep everything and have professional movers come into your home and pack it all up and drive your possessions to your new home?

We are selling almost everything we own and packing up our Truck and driving across the country. When I gave my three months notice at work, that was when we started to sell a few things and started to purge the closets and bookshelves. The books were the hardest item for me to let go of, but I know I can buy the books back, but it also makes room for new books to enjoy. We were fortunate to have a friend whose friend was driving back to New Brunswick and had room on their moving truck for a few of our things that we really didn’t want to part with. I am saying thank you to the universe for these amazing connections.

The bigger things, like the sofa, TV, bed frame and dining table and chairs we said we would use until the very end of our time in Victoria. Three weeks ago we sold the sofa, bed frame, and a lot of our kitchenware. We are sleeping on our mattress on the floor, sitting on chairs our friend has loaned us and eating coup out of mixing bowls. I feel like I’m living in my staff accommodations in Lake Louise, AB, and it’s all okay. We are still working full time until Friday, then we have Saturday to clean the house, meet with our landlords for the walkthrough. We are staying with friends on Saturday night, then we will be on the first ferry to Port Angeles, WA to start our journey. Driving through the States is a lot easier and gas is cheaper. Why is it easier? Driving across Canada would be lovely, but the Great Lakes take a lot of time to get around. We wanted to take six days to get back home as I start my new job the following week. I also am looking forward to exploring Yellowstone National Park. We love to explore and I can’t wait to see Old Faithful!

Things have been moving quickly until a few days ago when a head cold stopped me in my tracks. I have been in bed for two days and haven’t been able to do the pre-cleaning I planned to do or the pre-packing of clothes, or, or, or…the list of things to do has halted with this cold. Today, I feel a bit better, so I am attempting to do the easy things on my list, pre-pack the clothes I don’t need at the moment. I will take my time and listen to my body, if I need to rest in between folding sweaters, then so be it. One step at a time and it will get done.

Next week I will share our route back to New Brunswick. We are traveling 6053 kilometers in 6 days. That’s an average of 8.5 hours of driving a day. Can’t wait!

If you would like to read more about our home buying experiences, check out these past blogs,

Thank you for being here with me and our journey back home.

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How to Get Back to the Writing

How long of a break from writing is too long? I would say over a month from your true passion is one month too long. I’m speaking out of my own personal experience here. However, you will find if you don’t do something for a long period of time, it is harder to go back to it.

When you get distracted with life, sometimes the things you want to be doing don’t come as easily as they once did. Only a few months ago I was able to sit down and write for an hour and not even notice the time whizzing by. That is the beauty of creative flow.

I wanted this week’s blog to be short and sweet and all about how we can get back to the writing quickly and with ease. I know getting the first sentence down can be difficult, but, in my experience, I think most of us writers have an idea and we are ready to put something down on the page. The other night a new character came into mind. She started to tell her story of how she lost the ability of empathy. She knows the difference between right and wrong, but she just doesn’t seem to know how to care any longer. I have no idea where this came from, she just appeared and I sat down and wrote the story she told me.

I have been away from my editing and writing projects for over a month due to the distractions of our move back to New Brunswick. I know, I’m one for no excuses to not be able to get to the writing, but… (the excuse Rolodex has come out full force these days). So I have gone back to my roots of how to get back to the writing.

  1. Make time to write. Commit to a half hour and maybe the next day it is thirty-five minutes or fifteen minutes. It doesn’t matter how much time you write, as long as you are writing.
  2. Sit down in front of your laptop, computer or note pad. Even if nothing comes to mind, you are taking the time to be ready and present. Creativity has chosen you to work through. Sometimes sitting ideal helps the process. What’s that they say about good things are worth the wait.
  3. Depending on your story idea, maybe try and start with a conversation with one of the characters. Let them tell their story. Don’t worry about the grammar, structure, or any of that technical stuff. You can’t edit what hasn’t been written.
  4. If you use a timer and it goes off and you are in the flow, keep going until you feel like you are done. When you are done. Make sure you save your draft. (I learned the hard way once and lost 2000 words, yikes!

These are my tricks and tips to get back to the page. This is how I am here today with you. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to write about and as I sat here at my kitchen table looking around at the bare walls and moving boxes, the idea of how to get back in the writing swing of things came to mind. Whew!

Thank you for being here with me. Let me know how you get back to the writing. I would love to hear from you.

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The List of “The Last” Things to Do

What places and things would you visit and do before moving across the country to your next chapter in life? When I announced we were moving across the country, someone said, ‘now you get to do ‘the last’ of your favorite things.’ Now what?

I currently live in Victoria, BC and we are moving to Fredericton, NB, on July 28. We are driving across the US for a road trip adventure. However, at this moment, I’m trying to take in all the beauty of the city I’ve called home for over eight years. We have lived on Vancouver Island for sixteen years and I’m so grateful for all the adventures we were able to be part of. Living in Tofino, BC for five years was pure bliss and was the town that really pushed my writing career forward. More on that later. Then we moved to the Campbell River area where I had the privilege to help open a meditation retreat center and learned more about my spiritual being which provided me with a deeper knowing that creativity will always be a part of me.

Victoria is the capital city of British Columbia and sits on the southern end of Vancouver Island. It is a beautiful city with many outdoor activities and adventures to take advantage of, such as whale watching, favorite restaurants, and Butchart Gardens.

It all began with one woman’s visions and passion

With a former limestone quarry for her backyard, Jennie Butchart envisioned landscaping a sunken garden in its place, transforming the property for her family—and visitors—for generations to come.

 

 

I have had the pleasure of visiting the Butchart Gardens and most recently a few Sunday’s ago. My good friend treated me to a morning adventure amongst the beautiful flowers. Normally we write on Sunday mornings, but sometimes we need to fill the creative well. What better way to fill the well is by playing in a sea of roses. I love the smell of roses – that sweet perfume that makes me smile from the memories of smelling wild roses on my grandparent’s farm. Pure bliss.

I have been distracted with the move and I know I’m being hard on myself when I tell myself I should be writing when I’m trying to sell things from our time on the island. I am very aware that the writing has suffered for a month or so, but I am here on the page now and that’s all that matters. One of my writing mantra’s is calling out to me, “keep on writing”.

Thank you for being here with me.

I hope you enjoy a few more pictures of our garden excursion.

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We Bought a House ~ Coming to The End

What happens when you step out of your own way and let the universe take care of everything? What happens when you ask for something? You wait with open arms to receive. Some people know this as the Law of Attraction or the “secret”. I know it as everything happens for a reason and going with the flow.

When I voiced my intentions with the universe about Book, House, Dog. I made a few changes to this intention. I started off the with the three simple words, then came, Book, House, Second Book, Dog. Then I put out there,

Book, House, Job, Book, Dog.

To me, I simply said I was ready with open arms to receive what may. When I returned from visiting our home in May, I knew it was time to share the news with everyone. It was time for me to put the work into my intention. Adam and I planned on moving back to New Brunswick by the first week of September. I wanted to give my general manager as much notice as possible to prepare for what she had to do to replace me at the hotel. I wrote a short email to my boss asking to meet me at a cafe to catch up before I returned to work. As soon as she read the email, she knew the reason for my request.

I have been with this hotel for eight and a half years. It was my home. My pattern was moving around from job to job every two years. This hotel was different. It is like the family I had been missing on the east coast. The opportunity at the Chateau Victoria Hotel & Suites, helped me grow professionally and personally. I was provided exactly was what needed to excel in this amazing creative life. My gratitude runs deep for these experiences and opportunities.

I gave my three months notice to my boss at the end of May. It was difficult, but she is happy for me. Telling the rest of my colleagues was as difficulty, they were shocked but happy for me. Telling my team was difficult, there were mixed reactions. Wide eyes, congratulatory hugs and ‘what happens now?’ comments. All very normal reactions, especially when you have hired the people, trained them, coached them and kept that professional but friendly work-relationship with them. I braced everyone for my departure at the end of August. Then I threw another wrench into the mix.

Remember when I shared to the universe, Book/House/Job/Book/Dog – well that intention is still out there. A few months ago I applied for a position at a new hotel with no intention of getting it because they were looking for someone right away and I wasn’t ready to leave. But I was ready to leave now. I had an interview. It was as if I were talking to an old friend. We spoke the same hotel language. It felt natural. I knew this was the next hotel for me.

Then I had a second interview with the vice president of the management company. When he called me, his comment to me, so this is an informal chat, just tell me about you, what you do, who you are. ~ Okay then. How do I even start? I started from the beginning. He shared who and what they were looking for. I said I understood and thought it would be an interesting opportunity. He mentioned a guy who I worked with at the Jasper Park Lodge. We’ll call him Bob. He was one of my managers. He had faith in my leadership career. I said I remembered him and then we chatted more about the hotel and that was that. He said the General Manager would be in touch with me. Have a Nice Day.

That was on last Monday. By the end of the week, they offered me the Guest Services Manager position with a letter of offer. Oh My Gosh! This was happening. When I read the letter of offer, there were some questions I sent back on Friday evening. Deep breath. On Saturday, I emailed my boss to tell her of my possible early departure. I told her I wanted to be open and honest about my situation. Though it was not what she was expecting, she completely understood. Having these hard conversations about life changes is like a double-edged sword. It may feel difficult to have to share your truth, but once you do, a weight is lifted, well that is how it felt for me.

I now have signed the second letter of offer that came back answering my questions and requests. It feels good to know I have it in me to speak up for what I know is true. It feels good to know that I have made an impact where I am and where I am going. I am truly grateful.

Have you had your intentions answered? Have you asked for something and when it feels like it will never happen, suddenly it rushes in to say, “Hello! Here I am!” How does it make you feel? How do you handle the stress of change? I would love to hear from you. When we share, we grow and connect.

Thank you for being here with me and taking the time to read about this adventurous journey.

To start from the beginning of my house-hunting/buying adventures, please click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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We bought a house – Part 4

It’s been eight months since we bought a house in Fredericton, New Brunswick. We currently live in Victoria, BC. That’s 5000 kilometers away from the life my partner and I have built for the past fifteen years on Vancouver Island. We have had many opportunities on the island. I have met amazing people, worked at beautiful hotels and resorts and I have written and self-published my debut memoir, Behind The Kitchen Doors ~ The Summers, all about my first three summers working for a luxury hotel in the heart of the Canadian Rockies. Hospitality has always been there for me. It is time to give back to the experiences that have provided me with exactly what I needed to get to where we are going. Home.

While we were buying the house, only a few of our friends knew what was going on. I wasn’t ready to share with my work that we bought a house. Why? I wasn’t sure what we were doing if we may or may not move back.  There would be a looming question of what would I end up doing maybe implied. I didn’t have it in me to think about the ‘what if’s’. Being comfortable with my life here in Victoria is nice. I adore my friends, my writing community is amazing and supportive and I have a job that I like. But there is something missing. Family. I miss my parents and my immediate family. I’ve missed them for a long time and every time I went home for a visit it was harder and harder to leave.

The house we bought was by no accident. The experiences of buying the house have pushed me out of my comfort zone. I mentioned previously that I wasn’t great at my personal finances or dealing with things that I wasn’t comfortable with. Well, that lesson has been learned. With the mortgage being in my name, I was now responsible to get everything in order.

The things being:

  • You can’t be wishy-washy about decisions any longer. Do it or don’t and move on.
  • Do you want mortgage insurance, what if you lose your job, who will pay for the mortgage now? I don’t know. So yes, sign me up for the house insurance. I’m grateful to the bank and the mortgage broker who helped me with my mortgage, I wasn’t going to say no to the additional fee because I was afraid of an extra $25 a month. It’s worth it.
  • What kind of house insurance do I need? I better do some research and find the best deal. There are no deals, it’s insurance, you need it. Because I wasn’t physically living in the house not many house insurance companies would insure me. Ouch! We found an online company that provided all types of insurance and it was as simple as entering my information and now I have house insurance. However, believe me, we will be changing our insurance to a local company when we move back. It will be more economical and every penny counts.
  • The power has to be set up before the previous owners vacate, make sure the transition of one owner to another is taken care of.
  • Mail service. Our home is in a rural area but we are very fortunate that the post office and mailboxes are the next property to us. The company is called Sweeney’s Forest and Garden Shop that everyone knows as “Sweeny’s”. When we were buying our ride on lawnmower at Canadia Tire they said if it needed any services, just take it to Sweeney’s – perfect. Thank you universe!

Buying a house is part of this life experience. My partner and I work hard for our goals and passions. Our intentions are set, we share our joys and fears, the universe hears the same words and simultaneously we work together to get where we are going.

To read our house journey from the start: Part 1, Part 2Part 3

I hope you enjoy the adventure. What new season are you starting? How do you take on the opportunities of a new adventure?

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We Bought a House ~ Part 3

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I am a big believer that everything happens for a reason. I do. Every experience, every choice, good or poor, has been to get me to this moment.

 

The journey of buying our first home has been interesting. Did I mention we bought a house across the country? 5000 kilometers from Victoria, BC to Fredericton, NB. A 12 hour travel day by plane with a four-hour time difference is not for the light-hearted. Any stressful situations in the past have provided me with what was necessary to withstand this adventure. Truthfully, I lost my cool a few times. I did. The Ego saw an opportunity to slip into the old behaviors of crying and yelling to be heard. A few pep talks to myself, conversations with my hubby and family helped me through it all.

After we signed the agreed conditions of the purchase of the house, I thought it was smooth sailing. I voiced to my partner I really didn’t have time to deal with the bank. I would sign off what needed to be signed, but I didn’t want to be the one dealing with house insurances and other details when buying a home. What’s that they say about, Never Say Never….

When you imply or say don’t, the universe hears that and either doesn’t provide you with the thing you want or provides you with it and then you have to deal with it. I know, confusing, but it has happened to me. It’s the reoccurring theme or lesson in your life you haven’t dealt with or learned and it keeps showing up to say “Hey, remember me!? Time to deal with me.” I say, Ouch!

I will be honest. I haven’t been the best with my personal finances. Money was scary to me as a child and there isn’t one pivotal moment that defines why. I remember hearing a lot that money was dirty, not in the sense it is bad for you, in the sense of how your hands feel after touching the paper bills and pennies however many other people before you had handled the money. I know it sounds dramatic but I swear this is how I remember it as a young girl. Somewhere my relationship with money turned into an unhealthy one and I am trying to figure where exactly, but on a happy note I am much better with my finances than I was before. I love money and money loves me! Thank you, Jen Sincero. Love, You Are a BadAss!

My hubby is great with his finances. He has his finger on the pulse of his budgets. You would think after being around a person for 15 years you would pick up on some of their traits. Okay, I have learned a lot from him. As I said, I’m better than I use to be. I have to be. As an indie author, I have learned quickly about how much it costs and what I need to self-publish a book and everything else that is involved with being an indie-author.

We ran into a snag with the bank which my ego expected and without getting into too many details, what ended up happening was the mortgage was going in my name. The first thing my ego thought was, this will not happen. You will lose the house because you are not good with money. Should’ve, couldn’ve, would’ve’s, were racing in my fearful mind. The bank came back and said I was approved (the 10% down on the down payment was helpful). My fears were dissolving. The doors of opportunity were opening up. I went with the flow. Everything would be okay. And it was. Until we came to the next roadblock. Time zone differences.

We were to have everything signed and taken care of by midnight, eastern time on October 25 with the condition of us to take possession by November 23. Then I find out the bank assessment of the house had not been done yet which was key for the mortgage experts in Toronto to sign off on. I found this out on Friday the 19th at noon which was four o’clock in New Brunswick. I was freaking out. The waiting around was frustrating. Why was it taking so long for the bank to do the one thing that was needed to complete the deal? On October 24th I get an email from the bank saying they would have the survey assessment the morning of the 25th. FRACK!? Yes, I was swearing up and down and all around. I was also going to work during this manic state. I would breathe heavily on the bus, stressing, to work. Once I stepped into the hotel I had to turn on my hotel life smile. As I dealt with employees and guests, the stress of the house was sitting heavily on my shoulders.

October 25th around 11:00 am I learn the survey was completed and everything was in order. Congratulations, you are now a homeowner, was the message our mortgage advisor left me because I was at the hotel in a meeting. Oh My Gawd! I was so excited to hear the news. Text messages were popping up from our realtor, in-laws and my parents. I couldn’t share the news yet with my colleagues at work, I didn’t know how to tell them we bought a house without the obvious question of what I was going to do now? Great question. I didn’t know what was going to happen. That was another conversation Adam and I would have. After I got the news about being approved, all I knew was within 22 days, we bought a house. Our intentions were heard and now we were on the path of going home.

Thank you for being here with me during this house buying adventure. Now that we bought the house, what’s next? Great question.

Did you miss the first two parts of our house buying journey? Here are the quick links to Part 1 and Part 2 

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…