Moving on

After we sold our house on Brunswick St. we made a quick move to the south end of Halifax near Saint Mary's University and also close to the neighbourhood where Kerry grew up. The house was a similar vintage (c. 1888) as Brunswick but about twice the size and with more original details - 4 stone fireplaces, huge crown moldings, pocket doors, giant old cast iron radiators - it was amazing. With 5 bedrooms we thought this was the house we would be in for the long haul. There was minor work to be done. Many of the old floors had been painted and the plaster walls were lumpy and cracked. The colours were terrible and the kitchen was very dark with black floors and a black counter.

When we were done with the cosmetic updates the house was beautiful.

And I hated it.  

*Photos by AMac Photography, courtesy of Domus Realty

That house turned me into a crazy person. In order to afford the mortgage we had to rent out the apartment in the basement. We had a lovely tenant but I just could not get used to living in such close quarters. The house was also semi-detached an identical house that had been split into two apartments. Sounds were carried across the wooden joists that ran the length of both houses and I found I just could not stand the noise of other peoples' lives. I became completely obsessed with it. The only solution was to move.

Poor Kerry - untroubled by noise he was perfectly happy there and loved the neighbourhood and the house. It was so central and just a few minutes' walk to downtown. But for the sake of our sanity he agreed to sell the house and in October 2009 we moved to our current home. More on that soon!