The Weekend and more

We might be buying a house here on the island. That's right - real grown up stuff happening over here. Frankly, it gives me anxiety thinking too much about it. We have seen quite a few houses and let's just say that "prices ain't what they used to be!" (I'm not entirely sure what time period I'm referring too. Houses just cost too much now, ok?) 


It's pretty hard to come by the perfect house - especially here in Greater Victoria on our budget (which, by the way, I thought was a pretty good budget until reality came knocking). I just live hoping that one day we will find a great little gem of a house that is just ugly enough that I can channel my inner Sarah Richardson*, do a fairly minimal amount of work, and end up with fantastic before and after photos. 


The point of that little tidbit of info is that we are likely staying here in Greater Victoria for a while. Mark now has a permanent job (applause!) and I am working away planning important things like drop in volleyball, Tiny Toes Ballet, and Intermediate Spanish at the James Bay Community School Centre (jamesbaycentre.ca). I do an important service to the world, don't I? 


When we buy a house, I simply must have a space for my new and amazing garden planter box thingy. Mark built it. Good work, hey? I love it and the plants are all much bigger now. We are producing heaps of lettuce that we can barely eat and pretty little flowers.

I still highly recommend that everyone reading this immediately move to Vancouver Island. But in the spirit of full disclosure I should share that I do understand why some people don't like the idea of living on an island. Let me elaborate...

We went over to Vancouver the other day for the Bon Iver concert (due to the fact that the concert was THE BEST, everything else becomes sort of a moot point, but since I've already started telling the story...)  I had to get back to Victoria the next morning for work. We made a ferry reservation. I got up on time. I got to the ferry on time. I pulled out my reservation confirmation. Guess what? Made it for the wrong day. Bummer. So I missed the first ferry and ended up late for work. Oh well. The weather was nice and life moved on. But what I'm saying is, for those who can't be confined to island - I kind of get it. Kind of. 

 *If you don't already know, Sarah Richardson is a Canadian interior designer (sarahrichardsondesign.com). If I was rich, I would call her until she agreed to design my home. And pay her extra to bring Tommy (her amazing sidekick).