I am a city girl, a very proud city girl.
As of March 12th, 2014 I am moving to a TOWN!
I got the house! I am a home owner! It’s final. I have given my deposit and on March 12th I take ownership of a beautiful bungalow in the TOWN of Ajax!
Is it weird that I am giddy? Like anxious, silly, giddy! This is a move in ready house that has everything I wanted and more! Its three bedrooms with two beautiful bathrooms, sports a large living/dining room with a square kitchen that looks out onto the dining area. It has a huge backyard which I was NOT expecting and a garage with a driveway that can easily fit two more cars for guests which I was NOT expecting. It is within a five-minute drive to a handful of friends and close to one of my cousins as well! I am thrilled. I can’t stop smiling, I want to jump up and down and move in NOW, but I need to keep my excitement at bay for a few more weeks!
Luckily my friends and family are über excited for me and have been extremely patient and supportive while I go on and on and on and on and on about it!
When I have moved in, I will show before and after pics, promise! For now I am trying to grasp the concept of living outside of Toronto, leaving my family home and eventually putting the building that holds my memories on the market for another family to own. My father did not want us to keep this home forever, his dreams included me owning my own place and thanks to his working hard and making smart investments over the years, these dreams are a reality.
But it’s not easy. It’s not easy leaving your safe zone. This is my home where I lived the first 19 years of my life and where I always came back to after school finished. It’s where I took care of my dad when he was sick, where my nieces and nephew lived for a short time, when our house was filled with love and chaos! It’s where I found out Tammy was pregnant with Kyle and where Tammy and I had a giggle fest for hours while she watched over me when my dad was on a date. This home is where I laughed, it’s where I cried, it’s where I screamed and where I grew up. Almost every memory I have links me back to Sedgemount.
My neighbours aren’t just people who share my postal code, they share my life, they’ve watched me grow up, I’ve watched them have babies and grandbabies and pets and arguments and I have swam in their pools and watched their TV’s. These people will forever be my friends, long after they stop being my neighbours. Leaving Sedgemount doesn’t just mean starting a new life, it means closing an extremely long and amazing chapter. I first walked Simba down my sidewalk, the same sidewalk I learned how to ride a bike on and subsequently flew over my handle bars and scraped the crap out of my legs and hands and face. This sidewalk has my initials on it (thankfully it’s been replaced lately so my blood is all but a distant memory), my nieces and nephew have played on this sidewalk, I slapped a lying ex in the face while standing on this sidewalk. People knew that when they walked by my house they could raise their hand in greeting and my dad, sitting on the couch inside, would see it and raise his hand back (and ask me to figure out who the hell he waved hello too).
Memories are a funny thing. I don’t need the house to keep them. They are ingrained in my heart and my mind. They will only leave me when I either lose my mind or when the good Lord decides it’s my time to leave this place on earth. The physical building will soon belong to someone else, but the ghosts of our past remain forever because the history has already been imprinted in the wood, in the brick and in the plaster that holds up the four walls.
It’s hard to walk away from my past, but my future is so bright and I cannot wait to begin this new part, this part in a town called Ajax where my friends and my future are waiting!