My back is still an issue, it’s difficult to lift and tote the Precious around, so I have to make it a priority to get in to see the chiropractor this week. We spent a few days with in the laws on the island. We had a really nice time, had some wine on the patio, wandered here and there, played with the dogs. It’s a long weekend for us here, but we came back a day early to settle in before the regular week begins.
It was my idea to visit the in-laws this time; I had called to see if they had any special plans last week. I just wanted to get away. It was a very busy weekend downtown this weekend, it was both Pride Week (the parade was yesterday) and the HSBC Fireworks Show, and while I’m usually into attending both, I’ve seen them up close and personal for years. This year, we missed it all. No dykes on bikes, no half naked svelte boys on floats. Maybe next year, boys, maybe next year.
I think I’m ready for a move. Living downtown is getting on my nerves all of a sudden. I’m yelling at a lot of drivers who refuse to acknowledge me and my kid entering a crosswalk. I’m sure it’s this new motherhood gig I’ve got, but I’ve been feeling like I want to settle into my own home. We rent a beautiful apartment from my friend at a substantially reduced rent, but we’ve been getting hints that they want to sell. It’s one of those buildings where it’s only one unit per floor. Since it’s a very small building however, repairs are expensive and I think there are some major repairs coming up. We’re right off the entrance to the Stanley Park causeway (killer view), and our alley hosts delivery trucks (beep, beep, beep) 7 days a week. Since I’ve been kinda tied to being at home for 8 months, the noise is really getting to me.
One of the things I’ve noticed since I came to this city is that there appears to be a divide between renters and owners. There are a lot of condos in this city and the owners of said units think they own huge estates and are entitled to snotty attitudes towards renters. It’s not much different in this building. We get along with everyone, of course, but I’d like to have more say about where I live. And right now, I don’t. When it was just us two, I didn’t really care about owning so much because we could travel and buy shiny things to keep us distracted, but now, I’d like to be able to put up a shelf without worrying about putting a hole in the wall, scratching the hardwood or replacing the fixtures.
Of course, our down payment for a house is having a nap right now, but I let hubby know that it’s now a priority for us to find a home just for us. And oddly enough, he agrees. It wasn’t long ago that bringing up buying a home would start a huge argument, but now as a new papa, he’s now imagining kicking a ball with his kid in a backyard with his dog sitting in the shade. Now, I’m not ready for suburbia, forget about that, but some place a tad further out. I’d like to be able to walk to a local coffee shop, grocery store and dry cleaner. I have no idea of how I can make this happen, but I am determined that it WILL happen.