Since I last posted, we sold our farm in Cloverbale, (read: townhouse in the suburbs) our second car, and are now renting an 1100 sq ft apartment in downtown Vancouver. You heard right. Renting. Everything is in storage, our pots and pans in with the vacuum and an elevator to our living space. But now it takes me 12 minutes to walk to work and that's if I stop for coffee.
After wading through the nods of disapproval, we've finally settled in. In our small apartment with 'corridor views' of the ocean and rad pink and black granite in the hallway.
And Lily, at 2.5 has settled comfortably into apartment living. She blows bubbles from the 12th floor balcony, sips steamed soy milk lattes and races out of elevators so she doesn't get 'bitten'.
As for Jay and I. We finally realized how crazy we were for commuting 2.5 hours per day for all those years. We have no plans for 2 years down the road. And for once in a long long time - it feels pretty nice.
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