Jared and I had been talking for some time about selling our townhouse in the city and buying a piece of land where we could create a little organic farm (ie. oversized organic garden) away from it all, a place that we could build, perhaps start a business, and eventually retire. Let me correct myself. I should really have said that we had been dreaming about selling our townhouse and leaving the city. Because the reality of just how long something like this takes when both of us are very content with our quality of life, is all very apparent to both of us, especially since neither of us is overly risk-friendly.
Another one of the conversations that had been getting regular airtime was our dream of owning a home with a little land in the city, how great it would be to have some chickens, and perhaps even end up generating a little rental income from having a home with a suite in it. It was during our three weeks away on our honeymoon in April and May that this second dream started to come to life. It all became something concrete on one particularly sticky afternoon in Bali as we waded in the pool, and not two months later, we would realize that we were no longer the owners of a spanking new red townhouse in New Westminster, but the owners of an overly loved and optimistically run-down little home in Coquitlam with 6000 square feet of land begging to be transformed into an urban organic garden.
So here we are… somewhere between selling, moving, and renovating, just waiting for the end of August to come. Here we are thinking about all the work that needs to be done on the new place – the old orange carpets that need to be torn up and replaced with new hardwood, the popcorn ceilings that need to be smoothed over, the exterior stucco that needs to be painted and the mossy roof that needs to be completely facelifted.
Here we are, booking movers and thinking of saying goodbye to the very first home that we owned together – a prospect that’s much less sad now that we know we have another place to move into. Here we are thinking about the native plants that we’ll be placing into the raised garden beds that we’ll be building. The organic soil that we’ll have to bring in truckloads to create the hills and berms that will be home to medicinal herbs, organic vegetables & fruits, native trees and flowers. We’re thinking about the chicken coop that we’ll want to place in the corner, and the names of the hens that we’ll be bringing into the neighborhood with us. I’m mulling over where I could build a rain garden and where a pond might be suitable. I’m thinking about the different levels and layers of color that could be possible in the organic garden in the back of the house and the way that the grass might move in the organic garden beds along the street.
We are pioneers again, wading out into unfamiliar territory, and I think underneath all the excitement of a new home, is the thought that this is another step in the right direction toward one day having just a little bit more land, and a place to watch the sunset over the fields of organic land that we might call home. There’s a difference between gratitude and excitement, and I just hope that the both of us slow down just enough to really stop for a little while in Coquitlam and smell all the organically grown roses that we might plant.