I'll preface this with a big hello to the good people of BYC that I've been following for months and drinking in the wealth of information you all have to share. I'm new here, and this is my first post but I thought I'd be super weird and overshare a bit. This is a story, or saga as I like to call it that tells of how we came to be people who could have chickens as pets instead of people who's closest thing to a pet was the homeless guy we gave our empty bottles to in the alley.
I started writing this as a way to wrap my head around a huge life change and thought it might be fun to share and add to as the saga unfolds. So please, read if you're bored, share your thoughts, let me know if somewhere along the way you have some advice or just plain say hi..
Ps- Sorry, I have terrible punctuation and I have a tendency to run on about things..
Hamster Wheel to Chicken Coop
An ongoing saga in which I outline our transition from city folk to country bumpkins.
Part 1. A sneaking suspicion that something needs to change.
It all started with MLS. MLS.ca is a notoriously addictive real estate website and it wouldn’t be the first time in my life that I have entertained a slightly delusional fantasy of living a different life in a different place (which is often one far out of a price range thats realistic.)
After a series of unsettling dreams relating to our life in the city, of natural disasters and bursting real estate bubbles; I found myself browsing through the deliciously fertile fields of MLS.
As a young 30-something couple and on our way to starting a family, the question of how and where we want to raise said family has been a fairly common subject of discussion in our household.
I was born and raised in a suburb of Vancouver BC, in a quaint time warp of a place fondly referred to in my youth as “The Crater”. With a mixture of Chinese farmland, young families with modest homes on oversized lots and forested park land; it was for all intensive purposes a wonderful place to be an outdoor kid. The Crater gave you a general feeling of being completely out of place in the sprawling city that surrounded it. My fiancé Scott was born on a 375 acre farm in Camrose Alberta, his dad was DJ on a country music station, his grandma had a gardening show on the radio and his grandpa was a rather successful country musician.
If you ask either of us what we loved most about growing up, we would inevitably give you the same answer: “Growing up outside, playing in the yards, forests, and fields of our respective neighbourhoods with minimal restriction and nothing but the backyard bell to ring you into the house at dusk for dinner”. Now, I know times have changed somewhat since when we were children, but what we were facing in regards to childrearing in our current neighbourhood, or anywhere in the Vancouver region would make that kind of life impossible for us and our kids. The thought that our offspring would miss out on what we cherished as youth was saddening.
Given our general feeling of unrest in the city and our hopes for the growing years of our next generation, I began my search..
To be continued...
I started writing this as a way to wrap my head around a huge life change and thought it might be fun to share and add to as the saga unfolds. So please, read if you're bored, share your thoughts, let me know if somewhere along the way you have some advice or just plain say hi..
Ps- Sorry, I have terrible punctuation and I have a tendency to run on about things..
Hamster Wheel to Chicken Coop
An ongoing saga in which I outline our transition from city folk to country bumpkins.
Part 1. A sneaking suspicion that something needs to change.
It all started with MLS. MLS.ca is a notoriously addictive real estate website and it wouldn’t be the first time in my life that I have entertained a slightly delusional fantasy of living a different life in a different place (which is often one far out of a price range thats realistic.)
After a series of unsettling dreams relating to our life in the city, of natural disasters and bursting real estate bubbles; I found myself browsing through the deliciously fertile fields of MLS.
As a young 30-something couple and on our way to starting a family, the question of how and where we want to raise said family has been a fairly common subject of discussion in our household.
I was born and raised in a suburb of Vancouver BC, in a quaint time warp of a place fondly referred to in my youth as “The Crater”. With a mixture of Chinese farmland, young families with modest homes on oversized lots and forested park land; it was for all intensive purposes a wonderful place to be an outdoor kid. The Crater gave you a general feeling of being completely out of place in the sprawling city that surrounded it. My fiancé Scott was born on a 375 acre farm in Camrose Alberta, his dad was DJ on a country music station, his grandma had a gardening show on the radio and his grandpa was a rather successful country musician.
If you ask either of us what we loved most about growing up, we would inevitably give you the same answer: “Growing up outside, playing in the yards, forests, and fields of our respective neighbourhoods with minimal restriction and nothing but the backyard bell to ring you into the house at dusk for dinner”. Now, I know times have changed somewhat since when we were children, but what we were facing in regards to childrearing in our current neighbourhood, or anywhere in the Vancouver region would make that kind of life impossible for us and our kids. The thought that our offspring would miss out on what we cherished as youth was saddening.
Given our general feeling of unrest in the city and our hopes for the growing years of our next generation, I began my search..
To be continued...