Yup - we are. We moved. Yup again. And further west. To an island in the Pacific. LOL
We have returned to Port McNeill on Vancouver Island. On the north end - and I mean NORTH.
Not near Vancouver or Cranbrook. Even further away from Alberta or Saskatchewan. And no where near Montana!!! Why you ask?? Are we nuts??? Do we LIKE spending thousands of dollars on moving companies? And what of our cats - they HATE moving!
I will explain. (Or try to)
Well as you may have read, we headed west after selling our house. Then an opportunity presented itself in Port McNowhere - and I applied. A good job! And with my vast untapped talents, I was hired!! WOOHOO!
So now I have a great job, in a wonderful beautiful part of the world, but where o where will we live?
Here is where you'll see how important personal relationships can be. We've kept in touch with friends from before when we lived here - and thru them found a 3 bedroom townhouse. Old - yup. Only one bathroom - we can live with that. But freshly painted, bathroom updated, it's all good.
And did I mention the view??
Oh and now back to the annoying part of moving - unpacking.We arrived with cats on Dec 6. After traversing Hwy 3 in the ice and snow - it's a crazy winding highway, narrow, two lanes, and since the Floods and the TransCanada were CLOSED it was the main east west route in BC. So we met mile after mile of big trucks - all in a hurry. In a huge hurry!!! so it was nerve wracking to say the least until we hit the TransCanada at Hope - then no problem.
Upon arriving in Port McNeill, we got the cats settled into the not totally ready Townhouse, each had their own room.,..and we pitted into a local motel. Yup, 10 days but oh well - we did well on our house sale eh?? lolol On Dec 20 the furniture arrived - yay!!! And we officially moved into our place that night. Joy of Joys!
And since then we've picked up a portable dishwasher, a laundry set, and have been settling in. Oh yes and rented a C Can for all the stuff that doesn't fit. Christmas was very low key, with one ceramic tree and a poinsettia. LOL But I cooked a turkey and all was well. Until early January. Poor Rosie crossed the rainbow bridge, she was 18, totally blind, and just not having a good life. I still miss her snuggling up to my neck, sticking her cold nose in my ear and purring me awake in the mornings.
But she's not suffering - Rest in Peace, you were a good kitty.
Now Casey - oh that's another story in a cat suit. She's lovely. Fully armed. She and I are learning to love each other - the relationship is developing. But she wants OUT!!! she sits and stares out the window, and until we can sit outside and watch for Eagles - she's sticking put! And she loves John. Definitely his cat. Now she sleeps on the foot of the bed. Good kitty.