Still Homeless

We've been criss-crossing the province looking at properties. Some have been total disasters, like the old farmhouse with fire damage, massive water damage, rats, and an outside door that was held closed with wire. Oh, and the property was just flat fields - no trees, no streams, no nice stuff at all. Except for the tiny falling-down outbuildings that wild foxes were living in. The kicker is, the listing described the place as "solid needing cosmetic repair" and called it "a must see". Trust me, no.

We did see a very nice little place yesterday that might fit the bill. The back of the property borders a beautiful river and the house, although small, suits us. The owner has done work on the house and he did it intelligently.


If we bought the place we'd put an addition on to the house, but that's alright with us. 123 acres. 3 outbuildings in good condition. Possibly one more outbuilding down near the edge of the property, but nobody - including the owner - knows whether that building is on the property in question or on the neighbouring property. I'm beginning to sense a very casual idea of boundaries and ownership around here.


The search goes on, though. We might put an offer in on that place, but we're going to see another one around the middle of this week so really anything could happen.

Ugh. This is fun but not fun at the same time. It's exhausting, actually.

We're also getting used to rural Nova Scotia life. Things move slower and total strangers expect you to have a minute just to shoot the breeze. The biggest grocery store in town has a teensy little soy milk section half filled with expired soy milk, they were out of zucchini, and the kids that live next door to my parents have never heard of falafel. Ah well. This is life in the country, I guess.