Hello Dear Readers,
Sorry for the late post. I had some unexpected drama last night when I discovered my basement was taking on water. Needless to say, it wasn’t the good kind of excitement. I’ve got a pretty good house, but it’s old, so it’s kind of like living in a time bomb. I never know what (horribly expensive) thing is going to go wrong next.
It’s no surprise that, in moments like this, my thoughts turn longingly to my island dreams. So, without further ado, here’s five things I won’t miss about living in my North American city.
1) Owning a home: Most of the places we’re considering, including Palau, do not allow expats to own property. Almost everyone rents. And even though my home has been a great investment, I’m relieved. I miss the days when a scary leak or a broken furnace were somebody else’s problem.
2) The weather: Old timers would say I have thin blood. I can’t stand the cold, so in my brilliance, I moved to a city that’s cold about eight months out of the year. (And even the summers aren’t guaranteed to be nice.) My ultimate goal is to never be cold again. The day I get to sell all my sweaters and coats will be one of the happiest of my life. For reference, here’s an awesome video that was made about our last winter.
3) Lack of privacy: As strange as it seems, moving to an island will give me more privacy, not less. In Palau, as long as you stay out of the capital city, there are places to live where you can look out your windows and see nothing but the ocean or trees. It’s like living in the country. I swore I would never buy a house where one looks out their window into another house, but I soon discovered there’s no choice in the city. Unless you’re independently wealthy.
4) My neighbours: The frightening thing about neighbours is that you have no control over who moves in next to you. With more space between us and the nearest neighbour, that won’t be as much of a problem. Currently, I have an older gentleman who likes to wander the neighbourhood screaming to people, along with his screaming grandchildren and the children they play with, who also scream. The guy on one side of us has a garage band that plays “Blue Suede Shoes” and “We’re Not Going to Take It” ad nauseam in his living room, and the one on the other side is apparently growing a dandelion farm in his backyard. At least I’ve made peace with the woman who constantly watches my house from across the street. That was pretty creepy at first.
5) My exs: As large as this city is, sometimes it feels like a small town. Everyone knows everyone, and that’s especially true of your ex. It’s hard to cut ties with someone after a brutal or painful relationship when a good portion of your friends are still friends with him. Or when he starts working for your former employer. Thankfully I’ve never dated anyone from my dojo, but I still have more opportunities to bump into an ex than I’d like–one lives less than a block away! The thought of starting over somewhere new is pretty damn appealing.
Of course there are many things I will miss, but I’ll tackle those in another post. If you were to move tomorrow, what would you make you the happiest as you waved goodbye?