My house is up for sale. It’s not selling. It’s got the right price. It’s in the right neighborhood. I live less than a kilometer from Chilliwack River and maybe 10k from Cultus Lake. It’s across from a park, a Twin Rink complex, down the street from a middle school and a ten minute drive to the highway for an easy commute.
Whatever. It’s still not selling. I’m getting the feeling that I’m moving to Indonesia and continuing to own a home in Chilliwack, BC, Canada. That’s not a terrible thing, but I’d rather not have to own it if I don’t have to. I want to be in one place, committed to where I am. If I still own – which means renting it out – this house, my mind will always be a little bit here. And I don’t want that.
If you know someone who wants to buy a house in Chilliwack, let me know.
To try to take my mind off all that, I snapped a couple of photos of the azaleas growing in my front yard. They’re pretty. They’re not taking my mind off all this yet, but I’ll keep thinking of them instead of BC real estate.
This is what happens when a Mommy suburb and a Daddy suburb get together and make a baby suburb. Unlike human babies, suburb babies are not the product of cell division. Instead, suburb embryos take time and construction. Many, many men and women are involved in the first steps in the life of a suburb.
The hard part is that suburbs often require the destruction of whatever was in its place before it was conceived. A tree. A house. An acreage. It doesn’t matter. If it was there when the conception happened, it must be taken out.
But, isn’t it all worth it? Isn’t it cute? This tiny little suburb baby? We don’t even know what it might turn out to be. Will it be condos? Or maybe a bunch of detached single family homes. Or maybe, just maybe, it’ll be a gated community. Only the future can tell.
Aww…grow baby, grow.
I have learned a few things about property value since moving and buying a house. The most relevant point I’ve learned is that a park directly across the street from a house is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because, if you have small children, having a park within a two-minute walk means easy access and you can put less playground equipment in your own yard because the city has conveniently spent a lot of money so you don’t have to.
The curse? Some dipstick with too much money from his negligent parents, the drug trade, or whatever, is playing his bass-induced stereo out the back of his parent-purchased GMC Yukon for his friends in the skate park. Luckily his bedtime is pretty early, and he’ll have to check in with Mommy and Daddy before long. Plus, the city comes around and locks the gate past which he’s parked his Yukon so he’ll have to leave.
I happen to fall into the category of person who believes that having a skate park/playground/tennis courts/twin rinks/running trail across the street, instead of staring into the living room of my neighbors, is a massive blessing.
Pentax K20D; Sigma 70-210mm; f5.6; ISO 800; 1/80 sec.
One thing I’ll never get over is how beautiful my city is. No matter where I drive, walk, cycle (although that hasn’t happened in a while) there are always scenes that I want to photograph. The cool thing about living within a twenty minute drive to a massive river and huge mountains and less than an hour from the Pacific Ocean is that the weather often plays havoc with the residents, but supplies the most amazing landscapes.
This is on the way to and from work. It’s land that’s set aside for the massive power lines, but it gives some respite from the chock-a-block houses that have been characteristic of some of the most expensive real estate in North America. Green space covered in Hydro lines. Great.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/1600 sec.