How it all started.
Here a view from the Eastern Townships Appalachian Mountains from a client’s home from the days when I use to “beautify gardens”
I’ve owned 6 homes in my life. It’s not to brag. It is what it is. Every home, though, was meant to be long term. I always treated each home like I would be there forever but life changes, situations change, and opportunities arise.
That’s what happened in 2011 after my mother passed away after a 2 year battle with ALS. Then I got laid off from a high paying sales job in food service. I had separated from my husband in 2010 and all of the sudden staying in my native town in northern Quebec seemed impossible. I couldn’t see a future for me there anymore and staying was scarier than leaving.
I moved 795km south to the Eastern Townships and haven’t regretted a single minute. Life here still brings me challenges and obstacles but I still feel, even after 6 years, that I have that I am still to rediscovering myself. Actually I am more myself here than I ever have been in my whole entire life. I’ve rediscovered things about myself that I thought I had lost- of-my love of nature and the environment, manual work, woodworking, simple living. I found hope and created and a happy home with an extraordinary man that I love with all my heart. I am extremely grateful I found the strength to make the move. My Mom always used to say “quand tu as un idée dans tête, tu l’as pas dans les pieds” which translated means “when you get an idea in your head, you don’t let it go”. She didn’t think it was always a good thing….but in this case my determination for a happier life paid off.
When someone asks me “why the Eastern Townships?” I usually say that my initial choice was around Montreal-maybe the Laurentians. I had never even thought of the Townships until I met someone and came to visit. Then I knew this was going to be my home. I just felt like I belonged here. It just felt right.
It took me two weeks to sell my house up north. I had bought it in 2007 and completely renovated it. I have to admit that I felt a pang of sadness when I finally shut the door when the moving truck pulled away. I had the greatest back yard although I have to admit I had a love/hate relationship with the gigantic pine there…(anyone who has pine trees on their land will be able to relate…)
So on July 7, 2011 I packed up my 3 dogs, my youngest daughter, a couple of suitcases in my very small SUV and said goodbye to my home town-tired but very excited.
On July 14, 2011 I moved into my new home-a 1926-27 converted duplex.
Although it had been renovated, with time, it became obvious that things had been done hastily and unprofessionally. I wasn’t blind. I knew when I initially inspected the house that things needed work-small details that I knew I could handle myself but I totally underestimated the amount of work that needed to be done. It became obvious that the previous owners were either complete novices or intentionally careless. Luckily I am very handy and I don’t scare that easy. I grew up watching my father and cousins build houses and apartment buildings so, trust me, I learned alot about home repairs and reno’s. My partner, Marcel, is pretty handy himself.
Together we make a great team-I come up with the ideas, he loves the rough work, and I come in and finish everything off. With time we have learned to laugh at the situations we encounter (better to laugh than cry…). We now know that nothing we do in this house is easy. Dealing with a house that is 90 years old never is!
So welcome to my home! It’s been almost 6 years now and I’ll show you what we’ve done!
Stay tuned 🙂