On Tuesday, drove through a rainstorm, picked up a trailer, discovered how amazing bungee cargo netting is, was reminded that people can be truly wonderful, spent 15 hours in a pick up truck and arrived safely home. It was an epic day.
It was great to spend the weekend in Prince Edward Island. I got to visit my friends tiny house build, they have made wonderful progress in the month since I was last there. Their plumbing and electrical are in, the house is insulated – they went with spray foam, the roof is on and ready for the installation of their Kimberley Wood stove (I am a little jealous). We had a wonderful visit and I got to feed and help herd ducks into their nighttime home. Ducks are very funny.
My house in Charlottetown is now empty of my belongings and ready for someone else to make it their home. It has not yet sold but am confident that it will. I love that house, it’s about 850 sq feet, I am the third owner and it was built by its original owner just over 60 years ago. It has character, is in a wonderful neighbourhood and is in pretty good shape, for a sixty year old.
Now, I am back in Montreal, my trailer is in my parents back yard, and construction can begin. Getting the trailer into the back yard was an adventure in and of itself. I have an uncle who was a reservist driver in the army in his youth and he graciously came over and backed the trailer into a neighbour’s driveway. Once it was in the driveway, we unhitched the trailer, and with the help of a dolly and some good old-fashioned heave-ho, we pushed the trailer around my neighbour’s house and through a missing section of fence. Once at the fence we had to cut down a vine that was up against the apple tree in my parents yard and then it was pushed into the yard. Check out the next post for a photo diary of the trailer’s journey into the yard.
Today, I cleared out my storage unit, purchased the supplies to start building my house. Tomorrow the build begins.
Today I had a wonderful morning cleaning up garlic that had been harvested at Zephyr Farm. They planted 9000 bulbs of garlic and we were a group of 10 volunteers who attempted to make a dent in cutting off the stems and roots of the garlic harvest.
Two summers ago, I volunteered on a farm, assisting for the CSA harvest every week on Jen and Derek’s Farm in PEI. I had started becoming interested in where my food came from when I lived in Winnipeg and when I was gigging in Charlottetown, I discovered the farmers’ market and it, among many other things, helped me fall in love with PEI. I loved knowing my farmers, being able to chat with the people who grow my food every week and being able to thank them directly. I loved knowing that I was eating food that had only travelled 10s of kilometres before reaching my plate (yes 10s, it’s a small Island). I’d prefer to eat that way all the time. In PEI, I did, all year-long. There were some things that I was unable to get from the Island, flour, grains, oil, spices, etc, but at least 80% of my food was local. A locavore’s dream.
As I write, I have dirt under my nails, I am a little tired from spending my morning in the sun, working with a group of people. We got to take a tour of the farm, which was lovely. We were also treated to lunch. I miss spending time on a farm every week. I think I have to do something about that.
I am in Prince Edward Island, where my not-so-big house is. I have spent the past week with the help of my mother and my best friends downsizing my belongings in the house, meeting with a real estate agent and doing some small chores to get the house ready to sell. It has been a big week.
My mother and I arrived first and our first day here we were able to go through almost all of my belongings left in the house and decide what should stay and what should go. We did pretty well, moving quickly and getting rid of much of what I really didn’t need. I managed to avoid being overly sentimental and parted with a lot of things. I managed to get rid of that which I was parting with in 2 ways. By chance we met a couple who are moving to the Island for the next year or so. They have lived a nomadic lifestyle and have few belongings. I am happy to know that I can help them out. I spent almost a decade being fairly nomadic, it’s nice to get the chance to settle somewhere for a bit, but getting all of the housewares you need can be daunting. That which they did not need was donated to a couple of local organizations. I was able to donate to the local women’s shelter, the Habitat for Humanity Re-Store and to the Salvation Army. I work for a not-for-profit and it felt right to give some really useful and some beautiful things to the women’s shelter. It is difficult to restart your life when you left the old one with just the clothes on your back.
I was also able to help friends with their tiny house build, which was fantastic. My nomadic life was in theatre and I can handle a drill, but haven’t had the opportunity to use saws much. One of the couple who are building their tiny house in PEI is a cabinet maker and she set me to work using a skill saw and a mitre saw. I built 2 boxes to cover the wheel wells of the trailer. I also made a bunch of terrible box jokes.
They ordered their trailer from a welder in New Brunswick, who has built trailers for several tiny homes now and I ordered my trailer this week! So excited. It will be ready a year almost to the day that I first learned about tiny houses. That makes me rather happy. So I will be back in this part of the world about a month from now to pick up my trailer. Not that I’m excited or anything… I ORDERED A TRAILER!!!!!