So yesterday started off quite calmly, almost serenely ...
I got up early and travelled into Langley to meet the Realtor who will, when the EL lets me know that everything is finally sorted out, be helping me to find the house of my dreams. We've managed, over the last month or so, to figure out that Langley is likely going to be the township of choice. Mission and everything east of the River is just the "wrong side of the tracks" for what I'm looking for.
Sure, I could get easy acreage ... most of it straight up or down a mountain *snerk* and not readily usable without some extreme terracing/landscaping on my part) ... but there's so very little growth on that side of the river that it's an easy bet that anything I purchase would be out of my price range. And then there are the former grow-ops ... and they ARE all over the place there. That label stays with the property no matter how long ago it was busted and becomes an anchor around the owners necks when it comes time to resell.
Abbotsford is similar; much better future for property appreciation and the right place could well win me over but so very many of the houses there are the huge monster houses with postage-stamp backyards or hanging over a cliff face. This acrophobe doesn't do so very well at all with that kind of setup.
Langley is, to me, just so very much more friendly a place and still close enough to Vancouver for a visit there to not have to be a whole day trip. Meh ... it's all about preferences, eh?
Anyhoo ... we went and looked at a couple of places and that all went quite well. I saw one that I definitely see myself living in even though the interior would need to be gutted and renovated from the bottom up due to how old/worn it is (but the skeletal structure and roof seemed sound) with plenty of room for me to garden and do my herbs, lotions, & potions thing. The other was move in ready and quite nice, needing more work in the yard to undo the wasteful landscaping and make it suitable for active gardening instead of something useless to look at.
Sadly having to wait means that there are good odds that both will be gone well before but it continues to allow me to narrow down what I do and do not want in the home I plan to reside in until the nice men come to take me (kicking and screaming, of course) to the old-folks home.
Welcome to my Parlour ...
This is my way of chronicling those changes so that I may, at a later date, have the ability to review and reflect upon them.
~ Go dtugtar breith orainn dá réir ár ngníomhartha. ~
(Let us, by our actions, be judged)