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There’s a very stark difference between the words FOR and BECAUSE. I just moved from Toronto to butt-fuck nowhere BECAUSE of a guy, not FOR that guy. And I could not be happier.
I didn’t even know Dufferin County existed a year ago. Every time he mentioned Dufferin anything, I thought he meant Dufferin in Toronto, and that ain’t a pretty part of the city for sure.
Three sons, 22, 20, 18, and I’ve found that no one really talks about the angst and pain that comes when your kids move out and become self-sufficient (as intended btw). It’s a lonely place. For real.
So in January of 2023 I was having lunch with my bestie and a couple Pinot Grigios in, I announce with a lot of drama – I’M SELLING MY HOUSE!! What ensued I can’t really say, because wine.
So on April 29th I sold my house in Toronto. Got $2,018,888 for the beast and didn’t look back. Except maybe those couple of nights that I walked through it and mentally imprinted every dent, scuff, broken-anything and promised to remember every pivotal moment from the house…where I raised my three incredible sons, solo. All on my own, this 4,200 sq. ft. house provided the most amazing back-drop to these kids’ childhoods. But alas, it was time to say goodbye.
MOVING SUCKS BALLS and then sucks ball again
The process of getting your house ready for sale is only described by one word – HELL. I was so fortunate to have the best team possible. Lots of laughs and wine…and tears. A LOT OF TEARS.
Why didn’t Trish like my 1980’s coffee table? WHY???
Fast-forward a bunch of weeks because I’m boring myself now. My intention after selling my house was to travel and live freely, like a nomad. Italy, Alaska, Costa Rica…were all on my bucket list. And then my youngest announces he’d like to take a gap year.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
to be continued….
