Have you ever followed your gut on a whim, tossed caution to the wind, jumped in head first without testing the waters first, when every other part of you says, "maybe this isn't the best way to go about it".
Guess what? B and I just bought a house in Charlottetown, and we are quitting our jobs and moving to the island. I am going to attempt a business of my own in our new home, and B is going to try and set up his own business providing alternative energy to home owners. Lets outline just how insane this is.
1: We bought a house that is affordable at our current combined salary, of which, we are giving up.
2: Said house is sprawling and over 120 years old, and needs a lot of work and heat...expensive oil heat.
3: I am moving to an island notorious for it's clicky social networks and very unfriendly to "mainlanders" who move there. I know no one there, I will be an outsider.
4: I have NO job, NO money, NO friends, just a big gigantic house in the center of town with a giant mortgage, and a teenager relying on me to provide her with a comfortable and safe life style.
No matter, I'm super exited to go. It's an adventure and something new. When I look around myself at work in my little cubical and see all the other far too familiar cubicles with same walls, same photos of our kids, spouses, cups of pens, post it notes stuck to everything and the same tired bored faces staring blankly at giant computer monitors, or when I walk through the familiar front doors to the building with the same squeaky hinge, or go use the same old bathroom stall for what's probably the millionth time (without the joy of balloons and streamers for being the one millionth customer), I can't help but think how awful it would be, and how depressed I'd be, if I was still here 20 years from now.
I'm giving up Federal Government salary, pension, job security. I could retire from here and live a fairly comfortable existence until that time, but dammit, I don't think I'd survive it emotionally. I'd find myself a hollow empty shell, living day to day like a robot with no ability to think, feel, imagine anything other than what I'm told to. I have nightmares about the mustard coloured, padded walls of my cubical coming in on me.
Well no more, I'm bustin' outta here baby and I'm not looking back!!! Is it worth the risk? Hells ya! And those stuffy islanders that don't like us folks "from away" coming in to their communities and taking their jobs, they can all stuff it, and I'm going to get in everyone's face until they like me and accept me as one of their own. I'll make pies for my neighbours if I have to.
Guess what? B and I just bought a house in Charlottetown, and we are quitting our jobs and moving to the island. I am going to attempt a business of my own in our new home, and B is going to try and set up his own business providing alternative energy to home owners. Lets outline just how insane this is.
1: We bought a house that is affordable at our current combined salary, of which, we are giving up.
2: Said house is sprawling and over 120 years old, and needs a lot of work and heat...expensive oil heat.
3: I am moving to an island notorious for it's clicky social networks and very unfriendly to "mainlanders" who move there. I know no one there, I will be an outsider.
4: I have NO job, NO money, NO friends, just a big gigantic house in the center of town with a giant mortgage, and a teenager relying on me to provide her with a comfortable and safe life style.
No matter, I'm super exited to go. It's an adventure and something new. When I look around myself at work in my little cubical and see all the other far too familiar cubicles with same walls, same photos of our kids, spouses, cups of pens, post it notes stuck to everything and the same tired bored faces staring blankly at giant computer monitors, or when I walk through the familiar front doors to the building with the same squeaky hinge, or go use the same old bathroom stall for what's probably the millionth time (without the joy of balloons and streamers for being the one millionth customer), I can't help but think how awful it would be, and how depressed I'd be, if I was still here 20 years from now.
I'm giving up Federal Government salary, pension, job security. I could retire from here and live a fairly comfortable existence until that time, but dammit, I don't think I'd survive it emotionally. I'd find myself a hollow empty shell, living day to day like a robot with no ability to think, feel, imagine anything other than what I'm told to. I have nightmares about the mustard coloured, padded walls of my cubical coming in on me.
Well no more, I'm bustin' outta here baby and I'm not looking back!!! Is it worth the risk? Hells ya! And those stuffy islanders that don't like us folks "from away" coming in to their communities and taking their jobs, they can all stuff it, and I'm going to get in everyone's face until they like me and accept me as one of their own. I'll make pies for my neighbours if I have to.
Front of the house
The studio space in our house. NOTE: that's not my furniture. That belongs to the current owner. We don't take possession until Aug 20.
Other side of my studio space.There's so many more pictures, but I'd be here all day at it. I'll post more once I'm moved in and I have it set up as I want it.
On another note, I just read over my post looking for grammatical and spelling errors, of which I'm sure there are many but I'm not going to correct them, and noticed that the circles on the background start to feel like they are moving around in my peripheral vision, making it difficult to read the post, much in the same way as it is to watch the hockey Night in Canada commentary while trying shield your eyes from the likes of Don Cherry. Bless his Canadian heart but holy jeez he's hard to look at.
Cheers all, I hope you're having a fantastic summer.
McB
2 Love Me:
wow you really are jumping into the water on that one!! congrats on the new home, i'm sure this will be the change you are needing and looking for. just maintain your positive outlook and everyone will love you (how could they not), and a few pies wouldn't hurt either probably..
can't wait to see more pics!!!!
You are a girl after my own heart. That house is fabulous--like love at first sight. You're smart people--you'll do what you need to do to get things accomplished. And who are those snobby islanders going to need to take their straight faced prissy looking pics? hehehe. ;)
--snow
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