The fear factor is now setting in just a little bit. It’s not something I can really define but,
it isn’t excitement and it isn’t anticipation or even impatience. There is just a little bit of fear over
whether the move will go smoothly, or whether my utilities will get activated
at the right time, or whether my new bed will be delivered as promised. There is the fear of getting everything done
in the extremely busy next 10 days to follow.
Let me say unequivocally though, I have no regrets over
selling the old house or in buying the new one.
It was time, it just was. Twenty
years of living in this tiny, cold and yes dirty basement have come to an end
and rightly so. It is time that I have a
life.
Some people have made the suggestion that I should simply
move upstairs. But, I have found for me
it is not even a viable option. First
off 14 months after Dad’s passing, I still don’t feel comfortable with the
thought of moving upstairs. Renting it
out was not an option because I have no shower or cooking facilities. I made do when Dad was alive, but I couldn’t
do that with strangers in the house. Not
to mention the horror stories I have read about bad tenants.
There is some nervousness about what my new community will
be like and the people who will surround me.
I hope I end up with a great neighbour.
So far my experience with Maple Ridge has been nothing short of
amazing. Everyone I have met or had
business dealings with has been so friendly and helpful, it’s kind of
scary. In Vancouver, the business
dealings alone with the bureaucrats has been a scary proposition at best. I guess it’s the difference between big city
and small town.
Now, Maple Ridge is not exactly a small town with 100,000
residents, but it is certainly much smaller than Vancouver. City council in Vancouver has become nothing
short of a dictatorship with head spaceman Mayor Moonbeam ramming through
proposals to suit the needs of him and his friends. I find Maple Ridge city council, in my
dealings so far, to be helpful and attentive to the needs of their residents. Sure, that may change in time, but for now
the difference is night and day.
I don’t mean to get on a soapbox or to get going on a rant
as I am trying to leave all that behind.
But, it is my blog and I can take it in any direction I choose. It’s been suggested that I don’t have enough
photos in my latest entries, and there is a good reason for that. I don’t have any to include right now. For example, I don’t have any photos of the
new bed. I did try to get some off of
the Sleep Country website, but there were none there either. I will update previous articles with photos
as they come available.
I intend to document the whole move with words and
photos. As I stated before though, the
blog is my outlet. The writing helps to
calm me down and to get out the frustrations and anxiety that builds up. It allows me to document my feelings as this
is a huge change of lifestyle. It’s easy
to bounce around when you are in your twenties and changing places every couple
of years. It’s a whole ‘nother thing to
do it in your sixties when you have been in the same place for twenty years and
for 46 years overall.
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