Feeling Defeated

This kind of feeling is usually something that would make me stop writing for a while but not this time. I think I just need to be honest and put myself out there. A few years ago we were struggling financially. We make a good enough salary but we were still living pay check to pay check even though we were living modestly. We had large student loans and a line of credit for initial home repairs and “welcome taxes” when we had bought the house, and a few other odds and ends that had been added to that. We were paying minimums and using one credit product to pay for another and vice versa and we we couldn’t see an end in sight. The wake up call was getting a statement outlining my student loans and realizing that I had been paying nearly  interest without even touching much of the capital over nearly a decade. If were to keep on the same path, we would be in the same place 20 years down the line. We finally went to see a financial counsellor for advice and we were told that we could not do a consolidation which we were originally wanting to do, and that instead we should try a consumer proposal. Then, when meeting with a trustee we were told that our best option would be bankruptcy. Yeah… bankruptcy.

I never talked about it, because bankruptcy has this stigma around it, and we were afraid of what people would think. But, after weighing all of the options and trying our best to find another solution, it really was the best solution for us. The process was easy enough and because we owned an old car and had no equity on the house and didn’t own anything really of value, we didn’t lose anything except for dept and were discharged 9 months later around the time Wilhelmina was born.

So there it is, the cat is out of the bag. I know that people will judge us, and though I feel somewhat ashamed that we had to make that decision, I don’t feel guilty. We didn’t plan for it, we didn’t buy extravagant things, we were living modestly and just couldn’t keep on going like that. It was truly the best decision for us. We have been working on rebuilding our credit since then but the mark on our credit will be there for another few years.

So why I am saying this now? Well, on Monday I called the bank for information on a Loan for the bus and was told that we shouldn’t have a problem getting a car loan (we got one last year for the car we currently have) especially with the amount that the bus costs which is half the amount of our car. Yesterday, I called the bank back for an appointment and was basically told to not waste our time. The bus is a 92 and for a car loan it would have to be only 6 years old or less. The other option would be a personal loan, but even though we would qualify easily, the bankruptcy is our downfall. He didn’t actually put the demand though which is good because it would hurt us more in the long run. We could try other banks too but I have a feeling that it will be the same everywhere.

So now we are stuck. We have money saved that we could use as a down payment and If we were to get a loan we would have had no problem paying it and when we sell the house we could have easily paid off the remainder. We don’t have family to turn to financially so that is out of the question.

I would love to find a part time job but there is not much in a city that basically closes down after 5pm and on Sundays. I would also rather find something I can do on the internet and that I can bring with us when we leave, or sell crafts or things I make on Etsy but I have tried that before and I guess I was not making what people want/need.

Another idea is that we could get back to selling the house and try to find a place that would let us have the bus around so that we could work on it but I am not sure we could find a place for that.

We could give up on the dream, but of course I don’t want to do that either.

We are not ready to give up. We want this… actually for our sanity we need this.

 

No word…

Well, it is Tuesday and we haven’t received any word on the house so I guess she decided to go with one of the other houses she was looking at. Honestly I feel relieved. Having two weeks to pack, move and figure out where we would go feels unrealistic. I mean, if we were a smaller family and planning on living closer and could just move everything, then it might have been able to work. But, because we are planning on selling most of our furniture and having just the minimum of what we want to keep, then I just cannot see how we would have done it. I want out of this house, but not that fast!

So on with the bus project. I think we found our bus. It is exactly what we were looking for with one catch. It’s in New Brunswick! lol. No matter, we will be going to the bank soon to see if we can get a loan and then if everything works out, I would fly out to Bathurst and drive it home…OMG… did I just write that?!

I don’t want to get into details too much because I would feel even more disappointed of this doesn’t work out, but I am excited about this!!

As you may know…

As you may know, we put the house up for sale in February and made the decision that once in sold, we would get our things together and move out and head to Nelson, BC. (where I was raised)

As you may know, we had visits and then spring started to turn into summer and life took priority over marketing and trying to sell the house and things became quiet.

As you may know, I felt like I was in a rut and was a bit depressed and was not writing here on the blog or doing much of anything except enjoying the summer with the family.

As you may know, I have always felt a bit nervous about this move because of the insecurities of leaving our house, leaving our income and heading to a city that is known for having expensive housing and little jobs. It does however have an amazing community and people that we already know and love and is one of the most beautiful places in the world.

As you may not know,  is that about 2 weeks ago we decided that we would take the house off the market for a little while (what little advertising that we had) and we were going to buy a bus. Yes, a bus. We planned that over the winter months and maybe even for the next year we would work on converting it into a home that we could bring with us, giving us a bit more security that we would be able to make it even if we didn’t have the salary that we have now. We could travel and even be on the road for a while to finally end up in Nelson.

For the last two weeks I have been drowning myself in information about how to convert a bus and scouring sites trying to find the right bus for us. I was actually narrowing it down to a few options and was going to try to figure out financing for the initial purchase depending on where we bought it from.

As you may know, I am a procrastinator… and I didn’t take the ads down, nor did I take the signs down. I thought I would get to it soon enough…

Yesterday, we got a call.

I got a call from someone who is looking to buy a house and was wondering if our was still on the market. She asked the usual questions and a few specific questions, and one of those was the date of occupancy. I muttered a bit and said that we were flexible and put an emphasis on that it could take as long as she needed, but then she explained that she would need a house by the end of the month. I stuttered a bit and said honestly that I would have to get back to her because I needed to talk to my husband as we had shifted our plans a bit but I would call her back. When I hung up I realized that this is what we had been waiting for (though much faster then I could even had imagined)… I talked to Simon and we agreed that it wouldn’t hurt for her to come see the house, maybe it won’t be what she needs and we can go back to our plans. But if she does want it, then maybe this is the push… or rather awfully big shove that we need.

She is coming to see the house this evening. If she doesn’t want it, I am a bit confused about what I want us to do next… continue with trying to sell the house or do the bus. Both are ultimately what we want to get us to where we want to go. However, If she does want it, then we have 24 days to pack up and figure out where we are going to go….

Oh my…. I can’t even think straight right now…

breathe… breathe…

Nearing the end of season...

 

Eight..

My Colin turned 8 on the 2nd.

I'm 8!

He is such a joy to be around. He is energetic and always moving. He always doing acrobatics and can jump from heights that make people squeamish.

Colin about to make a splash

Colin's headstand!falling out of a head stand...

He loves to cuddle and he is thoughtful and empathetic and he has deep thoughts about life. His questions at times surprise me.

He loves to draw and create and pretend.

The archer...

He is always laughing and trying to get others to laugh.
Happy

 

This year for his birthday, he wanted the same cake as last year. A Two Tier, 4 layer Neapolitan cake. He loved it….

 

Colin's cake...Make a wish!

Tiny tasteColin and his cakeHe loved his cake!

 It is a bit strange to think that his whole life has been outlined on this blog. He was just a baby when I stared writing here and now he is an amazing 8-year-old… time goes by way too fast.

Happy Birthday Colin! I love you!

My 8 year old!

 

Quebec City

Around my birthday (end of July) we had some friends in town from Nelson, BC. Not just friends, but Sharon was like a mom to me when I was little. So,  on the day of my birthday, Simon took the day off and we headed to the Cabin to spend the day with my mom, Sharon and her boyfriend Al.

This is Sharon… I just adore her!

SharonSharon and Al at the Cabin

We had a great day, hanging out, talking and walking around the property.

The boys took to Al who is a history buff and they were immersed in conversation all day long. They enjoyed the time with him and Sharon so much that they said that they want to move to Nelson soon so that they could be closer to them to be able to hang out more often. I can’t wait to move!

(My mom, Al, Sharon, me and the kids)

  Sharon, Al, my mom, the kids and I...

 Simon, Al and the kids

 Sharon and my mom… friends for life…

Suzi and Sharon

A couple days later they were all heading to Quebec City for a few nights and I thought it would be a great opportunity to see them again and be hang out together.

Simon was OK with it, and I knew that Willa would be OK for a night, so early Saturday morning I headed to Quebec City on my own to go meet up with them. I finally arrived around lunch time, parked the car where I could leave it over night as the place that they were staying was easily accessible and without parking. We had lunch and then walked around old Quebec city. It was a perfect day and not too hot which made things easier.

Quebec CityA guand infront of the Citadel in Quebec CityThe door to Old Quebec

 Old Quebec

We had supper and then walked a bit more and waited for the Fireworks before heading on the Ferry over to the Levis, where the apartment they were renting was. It was such a beautiful night and the Chateau Frontenac looked absolutely beautiful all lit up. above old Quebec City.

Chateaux Frontenac

We talked on the balcony until it was much later, looking at Old Quebec until all of the lights went out and then finally headed to bed.
The next morning we had a late start as we waited for Sylvain, my mom’s boyfriend, to come meet up with us for the day.

We all piled into my minivan as it had the most space (and air conditioning) and we headed to Ile D’Orleans, a historical residential and agricultural Island just off the shore of Quebec City. We had lunch… which for me was an amazing Steak Tartare and then headed back to the van to tour around the island.

It was another beautiful day and we rode and stopped for a drink (Virgin for me) and then rode some more and stopped at a beach to get our feet wet.

On L'ile D'Orleans

Sharon and Al got a bit more then their feet wet though.. 🙂

Wave coming!Splash

We then headed to the Montmorency falls which is right at the foot of the bridge coming off the Island. These falls might look small in the pictures, they were also were very dry as we have not had enough rain this year but they are 1 1/2 times the height of the Niagara Falls at 275 feet. Stairs going up the mountain next to it, show the height a bit more…

Montmorency Falls Stairs up to the Falls

After walking around a bit and talking pictures and talking I brought everybody back to Sylvain’s truck and we said our goodbyes and I started to head back home.

It was strange not having kids around, but it felt really good to just relax and think of only myself. I can’t say that I am not tempted to do it again one day…

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