Ah Victoria

Well, it's official. I am now a Victorian as opposed to a Vancouverite.

It is always nice when you move into a new home and get a reinforcement or two as to why you decided to move. Yesterday, our official move in day, we got more than a few, in no particular order:

• A pair of hummingbirds came to greet us at the front door. I think they live in the hood.


• We saw the view of Mount Baker that was showcased on the "For Sale" promo sheet, but was conveniently hidden behind clouds the day we put the offer in.


• I met our neighbour and his dog. They both offered to play with Kje.


• The movers were awesome and I wish they could stay and be our neighbours.


• Paris and I managed to walk over the hill to the village on the twisting-turning trail without getting lost.


• Paris still loves his bedroom and bathroom and had his first shower ever without me having to ask him twenty times over four days (okay, I exaggerate, slightly).


• A deer found its way into our backyard, giving the Czech a reason to try out his mountain bike on our back steps and garden pathway. I have dubbed the trail "Czechworks." Who wouldn't want a bike park in their backyard?


• The house looks better than I remembered. Whew!


• More deer across the road, and down the road, and on the road.


• Time for our inaugural bike ride down Lochside Trail to Mattick's Farm, where Paris won the mini golf tournament and I indulged in a commiserating cone of Root Beer Ice Cream. Smiley, happy people everywhere.


• Closets, closets, closets. It's the simple things in life that make you smile!


• Waking up the this morning with the kitchen drenched in sunlight. Ah, you have to love a south-east facing West Coast Contemporary home! Thanks to Mom and Dad for introducing me to this style of home many, many years ago!

Look closely, you will see a deer on the left, Kje on the right and our huge strawberry patch in the middle. And of course, Czechworks trail all around.