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May 2018

Life Moving

Life around moving boxes.

My house is pure chose right now and we are living around moving boxes.

Currently, the house is about 75% packed up and ready to go, the other 25% not so much.

It’s very weird living around boxes packed and unpacked. Looking for things that need to be packed up and looking for things that have already been packed up. Its hard to know what you will need in the coming weeks (or days) leading up to the big moving day and what you need to get rid of.

You don’t realize how much stuff you have until you have to move.

I have given away a lot of stuff to friends who will I know will put it to good use. Like craft supplies, baking supplies, board games, odds and sods. A couple of friends from work got a huge box each of craft supplies for their kids, a friend got a couple of board games I no longer play and I’ve sold a couple of things over the internet.

Fun fact:
When you sell things on the internet people will always try and haggle. Which is totally expected and its fine, but they will have you wanting to hit your head on the keyboard for their stupidity.

I sold the spare bed, some coloring books and gave away a free desk.
On the post I made for the bed and desk, I clearly stated that delivery would not be an option as


The amount of people who asked how much delivery would be and if I could ask could deliver was TOO DAMN HIGH! I also had people try and haggle the price.
Again that is fine but in the case for me selling some of the million adult coloring supplies, it was annoying. I sold two coloring books, one 500peice coloring puzzle, two small packs of coloring sheets and a roll of wrapping paper, I asked for $30 for the lot. I had 5 different people offer me $5-15 for the lot. I also had two people ask me to deliver it to them, when I stated I would meet them at a skytrain station. In the end I sold it for lot for $30 and she picked it up.
The only smooth transaction was giving away the free desk. The lady told me she wanted it but would need help getting it into her car. DONE!

The spare room has turned from a crafting space with a spare bed to a room full of packed moving boxes. The living room is covered in packing supplies, boxes, assorted things that still need to be packed and things that need to be given away. The bathroom is empty except for the things one needs for daily bathroom needs. The bedroom is a zoo of clothing, empty book shelves and a mostly empty closet.

Selling some stuff, donating some stuff, giving some stuff away and tossing out things that needed to be tossed are always a good feeling. De-cluttering feels amazing. Trying to pack what is left has proven to be tedious and boring.

But the part that sucks is stubbing your little toe on one of boxes in the middle of the night. It’s a great reminder that nothing has a home yet everything belongs in a box.

Until you need it.

Life Moving

Time for a change of address.

A little back story before I jump into my blog post.

I have lived at this current address for literally 9 years. I moved out to Vancouver for all the wrong reasons, or rather one reason, a guy. He found this place and when we broke up, he moved out. I stayed and have lived here in the same place since. My landlords name is June and as far as landlords go, she’s pretty great. I remember when I broke up with said boy, she offered to reduce the rent and I had a bag of food waiting at the door step the day after I told her.

So fast forward to this blog post.

I remember it like it was yesterday, or exactly two weeks ago today, that my landlord, June, asked us to move out. I was in the middle of doing laundry, hadn’t put on a bra or brushed my teeth. Much like I am now. I was in the middle of my Sunday morning routine, my lazy day if you will. Now I have had the feeling of someone pull the rug out from under me only a couple of times in life, but that moment took top spot.

It was around 10am, Anthony was still asleep and I was in the heart of Sunday routine. June knocked on the laundry room door and she doesn’t usually do that unless she has to give us mail or news of her travel plans.

“Bailey I am so sorry to do this but we need you to move out.”





Oh my god, what are we going to do?

Holy shit, how are we going to do this on one income? It had only been a month since we sent off all the immigration paper work! Whats going to happen with the paperwork now?

I then thought “Why didn’t I get proper dressed this morning?”

^ This was my real response.^

As it turns out June’s elderly father in law needs to move in. The place he was currently living had a fire in the building and they don’t want him to live their anymore. June does have an extra room upstairs. However, it is also the room that June’s mother passed away in about 3 years ago and her father in law doesn’t want to live their. According to June she likes us more than next door, however her husband passed away about 2 years ago and so her father in law doesn’t want to move into that space either.

Anthony and I where in the last death free space in the house. So as a result, she was giving us notice and we would need to be out by July 1st.

Now because we are waiting on the PR Paperwork to come back, Anthony can’t work. So this means finding a place for both of us to live in on one income. Can’t be that hard right?! We had a plan! One more year of living here and then finding a place to call our own and paint the walls whatever color we wanted.

I flat-out told that to June. We had a plan, we where planning on moving out next year into our own place. We just needed the year. She said she would talk to her husband.

At this point Anthony was now out of bed. After I closed the door I turned to him and said “What are we going to do?”. Mind you he just got up, was processing what just happened and didn’t give me a response, just a huge hug. Anto then sat down at the computer and began looking for places to live. At that moment I just wanted to talk to someone about it and clearly Anto didn’t. So I did what any rational person would do.

I called my mom

My moms response was to transfer my job back to Kamloops and move home. Least to say I was not thrilled at that idea. I mean after all this wasn’t about just me anymore, Anto had a say in this as well. I had just signed papers saying I would support him. I would give him things like food, clothing and a roof over his head. Being suggested I move home seemed like 15 steps backwards, but I know my moms heart was in the right place. Anto and I would have to figure this out.

For the next six days it was a weird do we need to move? do we not? Why so much yelling upstairs during the day?!

Fact: When they have their game nights it sounds like someone is being murdered upstairs so much screaming and yelling. However, it’s just game night from 10 to like 2am  once a month.

So to hear yelling in the middle of the afternoon was very strange. Anthony and I went for lots of evening walks to talk and figure out our next move and what we needed to do if we had to move. We even sat down at the bank and talked about Mortgages with a specialist. Essentially, with just my name on it, it wasn’t going to work and I didn’t want JUST my name on it, I wanted OUR name on it. June got back to us that Saturday evening and Yes we needed to move. Anthony and I talked about it so we where ready for that answer.

Once we found out we hit the ground running. Saturday night we sat down and talked about budget. What we could afford, what we couldn’t and what we will have to give up to make it work and started sending out e-mails via Craigslist.

I would give up my Starbucks coffees and Anto would give up Guinness. 

Not forever! I’m not crazy I know an Irish guy needs his Guinness like a person needs to breath. It just made me love him even more because he would give up something so we could have a better us.

Overall we sent out about 50 e-mails between the two of us. By that I mean I mostly sent out e-mails because I couldn’t sleep and I got up early Sunday morning, made a cup of coffee, started laundry and started looking on Craigslist.

Of the roughly 50 e-mails we sent we only heard back from about 15 people. But looking for places to live was an adventure inside of itself. We lucked out and found something in our budget and close to the area we love.

After all home is where your heart is and wherever Anto will be is where I will call home.

Life Moving

Life around a kitchen table.

I’ve had my current kitchen table for close to 9 years.

It’s been moved 3 times, hosted many dinner parties, board game nights and had countless things spilled on it over the years. It’s herd some great conversations and some not so stellar arguments. It’s even held all of the immigration paperwork for Anto and I. It’s got some great memories attached to it.

But with all good things come time for change.

I’ve talked about getting a new table and chairs for some time now. Our current table just wasn’t suiting our needs anymore. It was time for something bigger, something a bit more square.

I’ve loved IKEA for as long as I can remember, so with the help from our good friend Matthew we set off to IKEA to look for a new kitchen table.

Later we would realize this would be the first of three trips.

Our first trip was excellent despite Anto being a bit grumpy! We where your typical three friends at IKEA messing around, like one does when they go to IKEA.

Pro Tip:
Bring a friend(s) to see how a full table sits together
Make sure you have purse snacks for boyfriend when he gets hungry.

Now I had my heart and budget set on was the LERHAMN Table and 4 chairs in Black-Brown for $299.00. Although at the time this particular table and chairs wasn’t on display. Although  it very much in our budget. But that didn’t stop us from sitting at many tables and in chairs all over the store.

After spending about an hour we found a great alternative our original table choice.

Dark Brown
Matching chairs (sold separately)
It sat four people comfortably
Best yet, it extended to hold more people!

The EKEDLEN extendable table only $279.00. It was of course out of our budget, with the chairs, but not entirely. We decided that we would get it, move some of the extra money around and we would take the plunge.

Anto, Matthew and I did have a bit of a challenge figuring out which box was the one we where suppose to pick up. But we got our table, four chairs and headed to the checkout.

Anto and I bought a new table together and it felt FANTASTIC!

Once Anto and I got home we posted our current table & chairs to the internet to try and sell it. However, I was having some reservations about the new table.

Was it really the right color?

Turns out we bought the light brown and not the dark brown table. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, however, everything I own is Dark Brown.

Lesson learned:
Don’t horse around well you try and figure out IKEA codes to which aisle holds what part of each piece to what table.

Trip number two:
The exchange of the table for the correct color. Also, for more hot dogs and ice cream.

A few days after making the exchange at IKEA for the correct color table, well still trying to sell our current kitchen table and chairs. Then it happened.

We got the notice from our landlord that we needed to move out.

It felt like someone pulled the rug out from under us. But that’s another story for another post.

After much debate with Anto, we decided that if no one wanted our old table and chairs by later that day, we would pull the ad and return the new, unopened, IKEA table and chairs.

So off to IKEA for the third time!
Again with the help from Matthew we set off to return the table and chairs with my original, return and new color table receipts. The conversation went very much like this:

Reason for return?
I want to keep them, however we just asked to move out so the adult thing to do is return them because money.

Have they been opened?
-Looks at still sealed boxes-
No they have not.

You have your credit card?

In the end we made 3 trips to IKEA, I bought 4 chairs, 2 tables, made one exchange and refunded all of it over the course of two and a half weeks.

So it looks like my current kitchen table will be with me for another few years to come and will hopefully survive one more move.