It’s been so long since I wrote anything on here, I’m surprised a cloud of cobwebby dust didn’t blow up in my face when I cracked open the laptop. At least I have a good excuse for writing diddly-squat for so many months — I gave up my job, my house, and my comfy life to move across the country for my husband’s job transfer.
Yup, I gave up my title of Controller and exchanged it for “the Trailing Spouse”. How’s that for an insulting title, eh? As a forty something, opinionated, cheeky bitch, I didn’t think anything could make me feel like patronized child anymore. Ooh, was I ever wrong! I could write an entire novella on how that whole corporate relocation process went, but I’d probably get my other half in trouble so I shall exercise restraint and bite my tongue. Suffice to say it was not smooth sailing, because the third party relocation provider we had to deal with was as useless as tits on a nun. Thankfully, it all worked out in the end.
I should stop bitching and moaning though, because there is one BIG bonus to all this: I’ve moved back to my roots and family in the Pacific Northwest — to beautiful British Columbia, the place I was born and raised. Still, it was bittersweet leaving la belle province because I loved it with all my heart. I loved the culture, the history, the people, my job, our friends, our family there, and the lifestyle we enjoyed. Deep down however, I knew it was time and this was the path I needed to take. Why now? I don’t know yet, but I hope I won’t have to wait too long to find out.
Over the years I’ve heard lots of people claim that when you’re on the right path, the path is easy. When you’re on the wrong path, fate keeps throwing obstacles in your way so you’ll get the hint. In my own life, I’ve found this wisdom to be true. All the major milestones, achievements, and positive changes seemed to just happen, with very little effort on my part, and sometimes irrational or unhealthy things I wanted desperately turned out too costly to attain. Perhaps my interpretation of this philosophy is too simplistic, but when something big happens in my life, in retrospect it seems to have fallen into place like magic. The two big moves in my life are good examples.
Fifteen years ago, my husband’s company moved us to Quebec all expenses paid, and this year, the company he works for now moved us back to B.C. all expenses paid. The cool part this time around is how the sale of our house worked out so easily, despite all the odds stacked against us. You see, the relo company gave us a shitty buyout offer for our house that we rejected, and they’d lowballed it because they predicted we’d sell in 180 days for a ridiculously low amount. They cautioned against going it alone and relying on our own market research, because…well, they’re experts. Smug bastards. We sold in 10 days, for 10% more than they predicted, in a buyer’s market, in summer. Let me tell ya, the sweetest revenge is success. Who’s laughing now? Me, maniacally.
Next, we were told we’d have a hard time buying a house in B.C. and we’d have to pay a fortune, because it’s been experiencing the hottest seller’s market in recent memory; bidding wars, multiple offers, offers with no subject to’s, not even subject to inspection. I was worried, the husband was nervous, but there was no need. We bought our dream house the first day of our house-hunting trip, for a price below our budget.
By the way, when I say dream house, I’m not kidding. We saw this house listed on the online MLS service in April, and couldn’t believe how unique and beautiful it was — and it was vacant — perfect for people who have to move fast. I was sure it would sell fast, and I was afraid to fall in love with it because it was unlikely to be available when we were ready. Thankfully, I was wrong. The best part? It’s like someone took all the things we had on our dream house wish list over the years, and built it just for us. There’s nothing we don’t like about it, but it’s got a whole lot of things we never imagined we’d find in our price range. Chef’s kitchen? Check. Secret garden? Check. Views of the river and mountains? Check. A month later and we still look around feeling like we won the lottery; we love it that much.
Now, is this proof that the path of least resistance is always the right one, leading to the greatest rewards? Meh, I dunno. I like to think so, and I’ve had a lot of experiences that seem to bear this out, but the skeptic in me isn’t quite ready to call it an unequivocal truth. Still, I have to marvel at how many things had to fall in place at exactly the right time in order for this move to happen, and this is why I find it hard to believe fate doesn’t hold at least a little influence in guiding us along our journey. So, if fate happens to read WordPress blogs, I would really appreciate the path to my next job right about now, please…pretty please?