So this is where I live eh?

Well, we’ve arrived safe and sound in Alberta.

We’ve packed up everything we owned, shoved it into a U-Haul and drove the 50 plus hours across the country. funnnnnnnnnn

“Why” you ask? Well that’s a good freaking question. Simply put, “Gold Rush Fever“.

Alberta supposedly has the jobs.

But no one’s been pounding down my door, begging for the skills only I possess, like I had envisioned….

So the hunt continues.

In terms of living arrangements, we’re still waiting for our suite to be finished.

Until then, we’re back to living out of boxes. Yippee.

I’ve of course made sure all my art supplies are within arms length just in case some inspirational muse decides to ambush me in a dark alley somewhere. 😉

I’ll keep you posted on life but more importantly art as it pops up.



10 Replies to “So this is where I live eh?”

  1. Nice to see you back here!!! Wish you all the best in the search 🙂 and keep on brushin’ !


  2. Welcome back to the lands of the relatively sane. Have J drop me a line when you two are settled (he should still have my #) and maybe we can meet up for coffee or some such. Where are you guys going to be living?


  3. We’re living with J’s dad, he’s building us a suite in his basement. It works out nice, no rent!


  4. Fun, Fun.

    Tam and I are moving this week (close to the Muttart Conservatory) so my time will be limited but drop me a line.


  5. Actually we’ve already been living together for about 2 months in her old place but it was a little small for the threee of us so we’ve been looking for a bigger place. And yes Tam = Tamara = GF.


  6. lol you quick moving dog you lol and 3 what’s that all about??? Are we talking kid/pet or GF#2 lol


  7. Me, GF and GF’s adorable 2yr old daughter. The pooch stays with the parents as there aren’t any pets allowed in the complex.


  8. *gasp*
    That’s Low! Next you’ll be accusing me of growing up and being “mature”.

    *sigh*. I guess I should go pipe shopping and put on my cardigan. Or perhaps set up a rocker on the front porch and yell at the neighbour kids as they run across my lawn.


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