Goodbye to Winterpeg

After a couple of years in Winnipeg our lives took yet another turn. I lost one contract, picked up an even better on and started to make regular trips on business to Toronto. Soon it became apparent that it would be much easier to consider moving on to Ontario. Though the job still entailed working from home it would be much easier just to drive into the office once every six weeks rather than flying.

So we put our lovely little house on the market which quickly sold, again our thanks to Doug the Realtor for all his efforts, we packed up our stuff, the dog, the cats and us and climbed into the car and Ryder Truck for the trip east.

What a beautiful journey. It's probably a little more enjoyable without a whimpering dog and yowling cats in the car with me and bouncing around in a moving truck - Alan and Elliot but even so, it's still a lovely drive.

We took three day to go from Manitoba to a place a couple of hours east of Toronto. We stopped to overnight in Thunder Bay and the next night in Sault St. Marie. Every now and then the views were so incredibly beautiful that we had to stop and gaze in awe. Photographs taken with a little snapshot camera just don't do it justice.

We did have one sad event. Half way there Church the cat decided she had had enough of being in the car with us and took off. We searched for several hours and left a note with our address at the store but we never did see her again. So we travelled onwards with Tiger the cat and susie the dog.

We arrived in Toronto in a thunderstorm, in the rush hour. The 401 is quite an adventure if you've never driven on it before. But with a beat up Neon and an even more beat up rental truck we felt that probably people were more afraid of us than we were of them. How people go to work every day on that road without having a nervous breakdown is quite beyond me.

So here we are, in Ontario. Once again house hunting though this time it was slightly easier because we had almost 3 years of Canadian credit and mortgage history to show. Even then though it still took us a while to negotiate a loan at a reasonable rate - in spite of what some half baked crackpot wrote to me recently it is NOT that simple. He claims to be a realtor and also an immigration consultant and blasted me for this site, my comments about realty not to mention the content of this story. He even accused me of being a prostitute because I do not give an address and phone number on this site! What a moron. I suspect what ticks him off really is that I give free information on this site which he would rather charge for. Having seen the way he writes I wouldn't recommend he even be trusted to go to the store on your behalf for bread and milk let alone represent you in immigration matters. Obnoxious feller. Guess who I don't recommend you use as a realtor and/or immigration consultant? But I digress. Back to the story.....

We found the house of our dreams on the internet - but of course! As I said, two hours east of Toronto in the most glorious setting out in the country. It is a unique house in many ways. MOst of all though it really feels like home and even after three years we are pretty much convinced that even if we won the lottery we would never leave this one. They'll have to take me out in a box - a geodesic box at that!

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