House Shopping
Several weeks ago Igal and I visited our good friends Timothy and Shelly. They live out near Ipperwash and there house is walking distance from a gorgeous beach on Lake Huron.
After several hours of body surfing on some fantastic waves, Igal and Timothy and I sat sunning our selves on the beach and a familiar topic of discussion came up. We all idly wondered if Igal and I could one day move to Timothy and Shelly’s neck of the woods.
The idea holds more than a little appeal to me, particularly with the latest round of gun violence and body-parts-found-in-garbage-bags happening in our city. Some times the smog and the noise of the city is grating on the nerves, and let’s not even talk about the pace.
Could I live in a little town? It depends. I have always wanted to run some sort of artsy cottage-industry business. Like soap making, or pottery, or stained glass. In the city I have never had the time for such pursuits. Really, having a full time job has left me no time for such pursuits. Timothy pointed out that if we were to sell our house in Toronto, we could outright buy a house in his area, live off of the rest of the house sale money for a good year or two. (That would nicely solve the full time job issue)
Ipperwash is about 45 min from Sarnia and London. So if I lived there and I had an insane craving for a Starbucks Latte, one could be in my hands within an hour. It would be lovely to wake up to the sound of birds singing in not the sound of a garbage truck rattling by your window.
What would I miss about the city?
The convenience certainly, being able to pick up a liter of organic milk at midnight, Movies, I would very much miss places like the Gem and Kensington Market, and Public transportation. There are a million more…
The point is moot really, as Igal will never want to leave the city while he has his current job. He is paid well and he has one of the best bosses in the world. (And I know from personal experience that those are few and far between.) I asked him if things got foul at work, would he consider moving out to the boonies. He said yes, but only if there was a job waiting. Timothy’s idea of selling the house and living off the proceeds until something came up made Igal kind of squirrelly.
So its unlikely that Ipperwash is it for us. Not any time soon any way.
We know that the house that we live in now is not the last house we will own. This house was supposed to be the five year plan. It has turned in to the ten year plan and now we are looking at the fifteen year plan.
When we contemplated an area to move after selling our current house our first thought was the beaches. I like the vibe of the beaches, it’s a little more mellow and laid back than the rest of the city, and the houses are drop dead gorgeous. But lately I have found my self less enamored of the beach. There seems to be a pretentiousness about it. One perfectly manicured lawn after another. Ugh.
More Later
After several hours of body surfing on some fantastic waves, Igal and Timothy and I sat sunning our selves on the beach and a familiar topic of discussion came up. We all idly wondered if Igal and I could one day move to Timothy and Shelly’s neck of the woods.
The idea holds more than a little appeal to me, particularly with the latest round of gun violence and body-parts-found-in-garbage-bags happening in our city. Some times the smog and the noise of the city is grating on the nerves, and let’s not even talk about the pace.
Could I live in a little town? It depends. I have always wanted to run some sort of artsy cottage-industry business. Like soap making, or pottery, or stained glass. In the city I have never had the time for such pursuits. Really, having a full time job has left me no time for such pursuits. Timothy pointed out that if we were to sell our house in Toronto, we could outright buy a house in his area, live off of the rest of the house sale money for a good year or two. (That would nicely solve the full time job issue)
Ipperwash is about 45 min from Sarnia and London. So if I lived there and I had an insane craving for a Starbucks Latte, one could be in my hands within an hour. It would be lovely to wake up to the sound of birds singing in not the sound of a garbage truck rattling by your window.
What would I miss about the city?
The convenience certainly, being able to pick up a liter of organic milk at midnight, Movies, I would very much miss places like the Gem and Kensington Market, and Public transportation. There are a million more…
The point is moot really, as Igal will never want to leave the city while he has his current job. He is paid well and he has one of the best bosses in the world. (And I know from personal experience that those are few and far between.) I asked him if things got foul at work, would he consider moving out to the boonies. He said yes, but only if there was a job waiting. Timothy’s idea of selling the house and living off the proceeds until something came up made Igal kind of squirrelly.
So its unlikely that Ipperwash is it for us. Not any time soon any way.
We know that the house that we live in now is not the last house we will own. This house was supposed to be the five year plan. It has turned in to the ten year plan and now we are looking at the fifteen year plan.
When we contemplated an area to move after selling our current house our first thought was the beaches. I like the vibe of the beaches, it’s a little more mellow and laid back than the rest of the city, and the houses are drop dead gorgeous. But lately I have found my self less enamored of the beach. There seems to be a pretentiousness about it. One perfectly manicured lawn after another. Ugh.
More Later
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