Edit: Ok, just so you know, I started this post about two weeks ago and am only posting it now. I'll update will current info soon.
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It seems we have some sort of annual migration pattern because this is the 6th time is 7 years that we have moved either across the province, across the Fraser Valley or across some expanse of water. This time, we are doing all three and moving from Kimberley in the Rocky Mountains of south-eastern BC, to Port Mcneill on the north-eastern end of Vancouver Island.
I am excited and saddened by this move. As I am with all my moves it seems. I'm bloody sick of moving, but at the same time to move back to the Island makes it all better. I like small towns (pop 2600) but I'm also a little afraid of having to make all new friends and not knowing anyone. Again. I was just feeling like I was settling in here in Kimberley, I was enjoying getting to know my neighbours, and having trusted baby sitters right next door, and having friends with babies that Gwen got along with really well. So I'm sad to leave all that behind and worried I won't find it again.
On the other hand, it's the Island! And we'll be living so close to wilds and all the amazing things the Island has to offer. We will be closer to our families, not to mention James is going to be working for a better company and doing the kind of forestry that he loves in the climate that he loves. Which is of course, why we are moving. We wouldn't be for anything less. And I can only hope that this is the last move in a long time.
So, in the meantime, we still need to find an actual place to live, and I'm still stuck here in Kimberley without a car in a half packed house just waiting till that happeneds while hubby dear starts his new job and hunts for rentals.
Yes, it's a little lonely, but the weather is lovely and we are actually getting a beautiful start to Autumn (last year Winter gave Fall a miss and snowed all over Summer). So Gwen I have been enjoying the cool days and going for lots of walks.
She is walking all over the place now. No more knee walking for this girl! And she loves going outside. Twice a day now she will bring me her boots and jacket and then bring me my boots and and then go to the door and yell "Wa!! Wa!" (walk) until we go outside. Then she will stomp all over the yard and street in her gum boots and throw gravel in the puddle on the road. Good thing we live at a dead end.
Sorry for the long winded post. I'll say the rest with photos.
A few pics of our trip out to Abbotsford at the end of August.
This was the weekend that Gwen decided she was going to start walking.
Devil's Lake behind Mission
Feeding the birds at Oso Negro in Nelosn
Enjoying the ferry across Kootenay Lake.
