Here we are, the 31 day of October 2017…our official move in day.
So much has gone on in the past six months. Condo sold. A whole lot of down-sizing, selling and donating. The total of our posessions packed into an 8’x8’x16’ POD container. A car, a boat and minimal furnishings are now in Canada’s east coast all ready for a new life by the sea. It seems as though we’ve been in limbo for far too long and it will be so sweet to finally be settled.
RED by the SEA, our 87 year old home is now ours, fully and legally. We have spent the last three nights cocooned in a sort of camping way with a borrowed blow-up mattress and not a whole lot else. Our four cups, plates and bowls are here, ENA our coffee maker and a few pieces of cutlery are here….and wine…we have lots of wine. The essentials.
In spite of our spartan existance we have been able to function quite nicely. Galley Kat always rises to the occasion at meal time although I realized I hadn’t packed either a decent knife or scissors and no pots or pans. But our R.E.D. is well equipped with enough galley gear so we brought her to her new home all nicely parked and ready to be wrapped in her winter coat.
My daughter treated us to pizza and salad our first night which we gobbled up sitting on our deck steps. I pulled off a rather tasty stew our second night after foraging in the boat for supplies (recipe link here if you are interested). Still no chairs or table but when you’re this much in house love it doesn’t really matter.
As of the writing of this post, one bedroom – the guest room – has been painted because it’s the one room that will be fully furnished. The rest will come as time allows.
We’re getting to know our neighbours gradually. Fred from up the road stopped by to welcome us to the area. He called us ‘white walkers’…a sort of reference to white haired retirees…I think. Or maybe he really does think we’re zombies. He says Gabe a few houses away has a couple of little kids so he’s going to let him know they can come here for Halloween treats. Marcus dropped off a large bag of his apples…MacIntosh he says…and he also smokes mackeral which he sells…and wood which he sells…and why is your place so empty he asks? He’s visited us twice in just 2 days so I expect he’ll be back again to make sure we eventually have a place to sit down.
This is country life for sure. The curious are circling but it’s a comforting feeling having local eyes, ears and so much information close by.
So today is THE move in day when all the planning and waiting will be over and is it ever going to be a jam packed crazy busy day! Four deliveries are scheduled and all we know is that somewhere between 10:00 and 6:00 it will all come together. We’re kind of getting used to effortless and seemless so why would today be any different? Our closing was just ‘sign here, here’s your keys’. Agent, lawyer, banker and insurance broker did all the work splendidly. Post office, same thing. ‘Here’s your new key and Frank your delivery guy will leave an extra key in the box for you tomorrow…your place is the one with the driveway to the shore road?…my mother lives just two doors down…welcome to Hubbards!’ Smiles and friendly folks at every turn.
Far too excited for my own good, I was wide awake at dawn. Too much noise going on in my head to sleep. ‘Chop chop’ Francois! Rise and shine! We have a large day ahead of us. Two coffees to jump start the synapses. We are ready! To add some muscle to the big event we’ve enlisted the help of our son-in-law because we all know most of my strength is on the inside. I’ll be ready with an abundance of opinions though to keep things moving along and enough pizza and beer to fuel the heavy lifters.
Our POD container: 10:30 arrival and unloaded in 1-1/2 hours.
Our mattress: delivered at 1:00
Our water system: arived at 2:00 and was finished in 2 hours
…and finally the bed delivered at 3:00..piece by piece
….and it’s Halloween so I left a little note for the trick and treaters to help themselves as we would be very busy unpacking. What a day! Feeling moderately overwhelmed but we can see it all coming together.
“What if all I want is a small, slow, simple life?…
What if I am most happy in the space of in between?…
Where calm lives…
What if I am mediocre and choose to be at peace with that?” …
Excerpt from “What if All I Want is a Mediocre
Life?” an essay by Krista O’Reilly Davi-Digui
When I look back to how our lives have changed over the past five years and even how the tone of our blog posts have changed, I have to shake my head and wonder when we actually altered course. Our blog used to be all about what we did with the boat, where we went, the problems we had and how we solved them, the modifications we made. It was to have been a journal of sorts of our journey and in part for those who had similar boats or intentions.
We’ve had some pretty cool adventures on our little boat and made changes on her to transform her into our little water chalet . Our first year, Trois Rivieres to Quebec City . The Rideau Loop and Thousand Islands our second. New York and Long Island Sound our third. And last year our biggest adventure to date, the magestic St Lawrence River and Gaspe region.
These were all a part of a five year plus plan we created that centred around R.E.D. This year, summer 2017, was to be have been our three-month Lake Huron and Georgian Bay cruise. Weather with so much rain bringing high water levels seriously cut into our planned time away so we headed east instead where we fell in love all over again. Next year, 2018, was to have been our Great American Loop Adventure, taking a year off to cruise to the Great Lakes down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico, around Florida (maybe taking a side trip across to the Bahamas) then back up the Intracoastal Waterway making our way home. The Canadian versus US dollar and the current political climate has discouraged us from continuing down that road…for now at least.
We threw around the idea as a lot of cruisers do, living aboard or spending six months somewhere in the south on the boat during the winter months. A very appealing dream it is. But as we see with cruising bloggers whose adventures we’ve followed, so many seem to have branched off after several years into land-based pursuits leaving water life behind. And as we age, concerns about health care and increased costs of insurance became a very real focus.
We even looked into the costing of buying a land-based live-aboard vehicle, specifically the Canadian made Safari Condo with about the same amount of living space as R.E.D. Sharing our ideas and dreams with each other of travelling through our great country, through the US and further became a fun pastime for us. Loading it on a boat to cross over to Europe was also considered. But then R.E.D. happened. She was an expansion of the RV idea of travellling and exploring allowing us to change not only land plan but water as well. The best of both worlds.
There is so much more we want to do with our lives too. If we invest totally in a water life will we be able to feed our other passions? Travel for instance. Francois lived for two years in the south of France and promised that someday he would take me there. I was lucky enough to have bare boat sailed in the British Virgins so have promised to take Francois someday to re-live with him those adventures.
RED by the SEA
All of this brought us to thinking about a life at the edge of the sea instead of a life on the sea which led us to where we are now…our RED by the SEA. We can still return to cruise Lake Huron someday. We can still revisit the Great American Loop plan. But this shift has freed us up to do other things while continuing to explore this beautiful part of Canada. The Saint John River for example has been called the Rhine of North America and is now added to our water plan. And sailing the exquisite Bras d’Or Lakes nestled in the centre of the Cape Breton highlands, is something I’ve dreamed of doing for many years now.
Bras d’Or Lakes photo CaperPics
As you read this post we are no longer Montrealers. We are nomads, literally homeless for the next few weeks until RED by the SEA is legally ours. Of course we’ll return for family and friend visits but it’s with so much emotion that we leave behind our nest that was to have been our ‘forever’ place with its magnificent four season views, replacing a city life for one in the country.
Our belongings are now packed into the POD. All our wordly possessions reduced to a little over 1000 cubic feet (and yes, to those who placed your bets, everything fit thanks to my master planner. Was there really ever any doubt?)
Our Life in a Box
Are we ‘settling’? Are we compromising? A lot of thought and soul searching went into this latest decision and it feels so right. It’s like slipping into a warm bath, or putting on a favourite pair of jeans or hanging with your best friend. We haven’t settled or compromised. Not at all! We’re right where we should be, that space of in between where calm lives.
Where Calm Lives
Post Script: french translation is automated and not always perfect. Sorry
I wasn’t planning on sending you all an update until a bit closer to leaving Montreal but when our moving POD was delivered today I decided it was worth telling you all about the experience.
It was not too dissimilar to launching a boat. The guy presented himself around 08:00 after a couple of calls letting us know of his approximate arrival time. By the way, so far in this process at least, we are super happy with the company and what they offer, very reasonable pricing and a small military discount is always welcomed. These days when customer service seems to be less than what we are willing to put up with we’ve been really impressed with their communication. I say so far because we still have a way to go.
So here’s the show. Podzilla the robot that our POD sits on, raises up the container so that the driver can extract the POD from his truck then lowers the POD slowly to the ground. Podzilla then returns to the truck. Very much like our annual boat launch and with as much care.
The great communication continued with a demo of how the locking system works….
…and some instructions on loading etc.
As always, the Pig played supervisor from afar. I guess we’re all a little nervous about the events of the days to come.
The First Run
In the beginning, when we started bringing all our carefully packed boxes down to load, I thought, there is no way our stuff is going to fit. I mean NO WAY! But after a few hours of hauling and lifting and arranging, Francois had it all neatly stacked, taking up no more than a third of the container. If nothing else, all those military moves taught this guy to pack like a professional. We still have so much more to do and I’m still taking bets to see if our worldly goods can fit into an 8’ x 8’ x 16’ POD. Feel free to chime in with your bets.
The land galley is getting mighty low on supplies but we managed to squeeze in one lowly beer to share, congratulating ourselves for a job well done today.
Post Script: french translation is automated and not always perfect. Sorry