British Columbia bound!

Fans of Canadian folk music may recall Gordon Lightfoot's classic 1970s song, Alberta Bound. It's something of an anthem for those headed to the land of open prairie skies, and its lyrics have been wafting through my mind for the last few days, as we've buzzed around like busy bees in preparation for our cross country move this week.

This time around though, our journey does not lead us to Alberta. Instead, as many of you know from my recent posts here, come late tomorrow evening, my husband and I will be touching down on British Columbia soil, ready to call Canada's most westerly province home (once again for me, first time for the mister).

The past several weeks have been ones of immense activity, planning, energy, fortitude, and a little bit of good old fashioned luck. Elbow grease, packing tape, and lengthy lists have abound, as has the enthusiasm that one could practically see hovering in the air around our place.

By this time tomorrow (assuming all goes as planned - and goodness, it better, our schedule for Thursday is so astronomically tight it makes a Victorian corset look like a muumuu!) the movers will be here, loading all of our earthly belongings (save for those in our suitcases) on to their large truck.

Somewhere, we're told, between 7 and 14 days after that, our household contents will reach us in beautiful British Columbia, and it is at that point that my husband and I will take up residency in our new home.

{Long haul moving, a service which this 1940s Canadian moving company offered, is on the agenda for us this week as we trek - by air! - across the breadth of Canada from Ontario to British Columbia. Image via the Saskatchewan Council for Archives and Archivists.}

In the meantime, we'll be staying with some of my relatives who live in the same town, and thus I suspect that this will be my last post for the next little while. If circumstances permit, I may post during the next two weeks, but if not, I'll do so once we've settled into our new abode and have the good ol' interwebs hooked up once more.

I want to thank you all sincerely for you wonderful support, encouragement, and positive words over the past couple of months, as we've been preparing night and day for the move. They’re really helped to keep my batteries charged during this endlessly hectic period.

It is with great eagerness that I look forward to blogging next from my home province, and sharing in the joys of living in B.C with all of you.

Know that I'll miss you dearly, and that with all my heart, I'm wishing each of you every bit as much joy in your own life as I'm experiencing in mine right now. ♥

Well we're moving on up

Or to be more accurate, we're technically moving down - to the ground floor that is. Oh, and in another city. In different a province.

That's right, sweet dears, for the inaugural Chronically Vintage post of 2012, I come bearing (what is for my family and I) extremely good news! In a matter of weeks, my husband and I will be leaving Toronto and heading to my home province of British Columbia.

The decision to make this move is a very multi-faceted one that was not, by any stretch of the imagination, reached lightly. For the last few weeks, the mister and I have debated, planned, and endlessly discussed the pros and cons of leaving Toronto, and ultimately decided that moving is the right thing for us at this point in our lives.

There is - as cross country moves by their very nature to involve - much work to be done between now and when we leave Ontario at the end of February, but that's more than okay, because I can't remember the last time we were looking so forward to a major life change.

{Moving nearly always entails a lot of work, planning and a dollop of luck, but it's worth it in the end if you get to end up someplace you love, as we'll be doing when we head out to B.C. in a few weeks. Charming 1940s moving day themed beer ad via paul.malon on Flickr.}

 

For the time being, things around these blogging parts will be much the same. With last year's Vintage 365 behind us, posts will likely appear here two to three (or more) times a week, right up until the final days that I'm in Toronto, and then they'll pick up again once we're settled into our new place in B.C. (it will take our furniture and belongings a couple of weeks to arrive on the moving truck, so I may be MIA around then, but I'll let you all know for sure as those days draw nearer and I better know how things are going to unfold).

So, while (in an admittedly retro nod) the Jeffersons we're moving on up, we're moving on down from our little high rise apartment to a ground floor condo, in a beautiful town, in my favourite Canadian province, and that really is a piece of the pie, in our books!