Wanting to get away from the long commutes of their city life, this family left Vancouver and landed in a small mountain town they’d never heard of until they moved there.
We were once a modern family of marathon runners. My husband and I ran from home to work to kid pick-ups to mortgage renewals to family obligations. Repeat sweaty routine at 5:30 am. We had a pretty new house, a postage stamp lawn and a travel trailer to escape it as often as possible.
I was a high school teacher with our baby in childcare and Jim was in project management. His daily commute was a minimum of three hours from our suburban neighbourhood to downtown Vancouver, and that was on a rare no-traffic-accident day. Cue water-in-face.
I was relieved to enter my second maternity leave, retire the sweatband and stay home with our babies. I never really liked running anyway. But my stats-man couldn’t stop the numbers from racing in his head. Numbers swirled as he dodged traffic, fought to meet deadlines, raced home to kiss the babes good-night and rip the numbered-pinny off his chest. Sometimes he made it, sometimes not.
But the long-term prognosis was not good. Neither the math nor the health equations seemed to work in our favour, despite-or because of-our runner’s pace. After much internal debate, Jim, hailing from a small-town, broached the subject of moving. It was an unlikely sell for this city girl, born and raised. I was so urban that I thought our farm-friendly suburbs-complete with Starbucks and your choice of restaurants-was already rural. I was not keen on leaving my inner circle for the unknown. But I was a spiritual girl, with a husband who had a vision for our family, and so I grew to believe that things would work out.
With just the right measure of prayers and naivete, we set out on our adventure. We wanted to be far enough for lower housing costs, close enough to family, and entirely intentional in our daily life. Our car seemed to steer itself towards the naturally beautiful Kootenays. With no jobs or prospects, friends or connections, we moved our small family into a small home in the small mountain town of Rossland, BC. It’s so small that I had never heard of Rossland until I moved here.
We spent our first New Years here watching the CBC in long johns with our hair blowing if we sat too close to the windows. Our family-including two toddlers-slept in one room while Jim’s first job was to renovate our heritage home. We had big plans for this renovation, so we wanted to start this process as soon as it was possible to do so. I don’t know about any other family members, but my favourite part of the house is the garden. Hopefully, Jim considers my awning window replacement wish too. I have seen how it adds elegance and a traditional feel to the home. Speaking of the garden, it has a beautiful concrete patio that would be great to host parties on, although, we could do with getting in touch with somewhere like these Milwaukee Concrete Repair Services just to fill in any cracks that are evident in the foundation. The last thing we could want is for it to look worse before we even properly enjoy its surroundings. So, though this was a significant part of the renovation process, it made its way onto the list of jobs that Jim already had. The snow, which was piled up to the eaves of our house, helped insulate our first winter and slow our pace. Because snow.
That first winter, we burned wood for heat, leaned into one another, bought not so much as a to-go coffee and grew pretty happy in our simplicity. While eventually, we got ourselves some electrical updates in the home (after a friend down in Texas had their rural house updated by saltle.com/electrician-texas-service-areas/webberville-electrical-services/ we couldn’t resist), it was a simple way to live to begin with. Community helped fill gaps that family left including emergency appointments and filling chairs for patio dinners. Eight years later we have eased into a comfortable pace, adding a furnace for heat, (some of us) hunting to fill the freezer, making our own sausages, and drinking great local coffee. I took advantage of my natural surroundings and turned my former photography hobby into a wedding and family photography business. My small business has grown alongside my children. But, unlike my children, the business grows more at my pace.
Jim has found his stride, working full-time-and sometimes still too often-in project management. To counter the longer shifts, he gets out in nature as much as possible. There have been upsets and career changes with financial repercussions (some good, some bad) and loneliness. For us, having gone through financial hardships has made us appreciate the things we do have now. It is also important to remember that wherever you decide to live, there are always ways to make thing work out for the best. So whether it means downsizing, doing some DIY elements to the home or even getting in touch with electric companies in texas to reduce energy bill costs (we know the struggle), for example, you’ll soon find a place to call home soon enough and be happy about it. Now I look back at it all and wish I had moved the family out earlier, as we have found ourselves with a charming old house, a little lawn but our travel trailer is now in storage as there is nothing to escape.
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