I like to begin my posts as if we are the oldest and dearest of friends….
This new year everyone seems to be obsessed with decluttering and organizing. This voyage is not nearly new to this family. When we left the cold, cold Peg (Winnipeg, Canada), we purged. And no, I don’t mean like, purged, I mean like, Marie Kondo-purged.
When we undertook the Toronto adventure, our one year of tiny house living in the city with kids, I knew we had to downsize HARD. We had moved from our starter home in Winnipeg of 1600 sq ft to the giant old 3000 sq ft #Rosehouse. We moved into the Rosehouse for all the wrong reasons. Husband had done a deployment and it was awful. Awful awful awful, so awful that he came home early. I had been lost in the system, I was trying to go back to work with Lily being 10 months old, I hadn’t been diagnosed with my neck problems yet, I just knew everything was really hard to do and I was in constant pain. They thought, or maybe I thought, I had postpartum, and I wasn’t honest enough about how much it was sucking. I wanted to go back to flying, all I wanted to do was enjoy my flying tour. But it started to hurt even when I was flying and happy drinking hot coffee. I couldn’t mow the lawn and I had no family or friends I was willing to ask for help. Fast forward to husband comes home and we are both all full of resentment and three small and incredibly boisterous small humans are bouncing off the walls. Did I mention we had adopted a live-in nanny into the mix? It was the only way we could both keep flying. Husband would bring up that we need a bigger house, and and I think then the house took on some of the resentment. Zap forward we are moving into a huge house a block away. I refused to leave my little pocket of River Heights, I was starting to make friends and settle in. We thought this would be our forever home, or at least for a long while. We moved in and it turns out a house doesn’t fix a marriage, but we honestly were so much happier in the big home.
When we decided to ask for/accept/go with a posting it was such a hard decision. This was us choosing family and hoping that we would settle in again. I’m happy to give you the spoiler, 2 years later after some rough times, we are super super happy with the choices, but it was rough. (I have even included a very chubby picture of me ugly crying.) I had gone through everything, left instructions for husband but in the end, I didn’t want to watch the actual move. So Lily, the boys and I walked out of our fully furnished home and husband did the move. He actually prefered us out of the way, it was probably easier than us wandering about crying everywhere.
We knew when we moved that we would be in Toronto for one year only, and I don’t know how I did it but I convinced our family of five plus dog to move into a tiny 900 sq ft condo midtown Toronto. We downsized from 5 bedrooms and 3 stories to 2 bedrooms with a little storage locker in the basement, and I loved it!
I have a few posts that I never finished but I wondered if you’d be interested in the downsizing process? More on our tiny house? Yay? Nay? I won’t be offended if you’d rather move along. I have tons to tell you about the #withlovelakehouse and other projects on the go. Let me know what you think. Annnnd how has everyone been doing? I’ve missed my little chats here. If you’re looking for day to day updates and stories check my facebook and Instagram. I overshare constantly!