Which is my way of saying that after over 10 years of having an East Van address I am officially moved out to New Westminster, within spitting distance (well, spitting distance if you’re a hill giant) of the Fraser River in historic Sapperton. I haven’t fully checked out what makes Sapperton historic, though I believe it was settled by little people based on how absurdly narrow so many of the sidewalk around here are.
It felt odd handing over the keys to the old basement suite today. The first 15 years of living in Vancouver saw me moving on average once every week. Or so it felt like. But I got some unintended longterm living out of that East Van address where the lovely Everett clan put up with my quirks with nary a complaint for over 3,650 days so I thank them for that.
I’ll get out and get some shots of the new neighborhood as soon as the monsoons stop because it is full-on monsooning right now. Damn rain.
The move was done in three steps thusly:
Step 1: Mid-summer, moving a few things like the PC to the new place.
Step 2: Moving all other stuff I was keeping.
Step 3: Moving all the stuff I wasn’t keeping and taking it to the dump or recycling.
Step 3 was my bane as I tweaked my lower back when hoisting the couch or mattress onto the truck. It didn’t feel like much until later when it switched into Move A Certain Way to Experience Terrible Pain mode. Fortunately a day of not lifting anything heavier than a box of cereal has helped with the recovery immensely. It was nice to get rid of all my old electronics in an environmentally sound manner. Goodbye, 2X CD-ROM drive, you served me well!
I leave you with what is my most favorite picture of Barley ever. When I saw him earlier today he was as sedate as always.
