Thursday afternoon we went down to the U-Haul in North Vancouver to collect the trailer I had rented. They informed me that they did not have a trailer for me and I had to go out to New Westminster to pick one up. Even though I insisted three times that I had reserved a trailer here, one did not magically appear and the woman was less than sympathetic about my plight. In fact she was not friendly or particularly helpful. Not every U-Haul location is just a U-Haul location, in fact a lot of businesses also rent for them. This was the case in New west. It was some sort of mechanic or something that was closed.
I got on the phone to head office wondering how they were going to resolve this for me and they suggested we drive out there, take the trailer as the lot was not secured and do the rental over the phone. So we did. The trailer was secured to another truck and really heavy, but between us we managed to un-attach it, then re-attach it to my Blazer. A shout out to my husband and her ex-boyfriend as we can only assume we acquired this skill though ozmosis from dating mechanics.
I phoned the head office lady back and informed her that I don't have a credit card and could not pay over the phone. She did all the paper work and sent the information back to the North Vancouver location. The not so friendly or helpful woman was going to wait or us so we could pay her. We pulled back into the lot and the woman seemed to have taken an adavan or something because she was not only pleasant but really nice. She commended us for hooking up the trailer almost perfectly, (we had neglected to cross the chains) remarked that U-Haul was hiring if we wanted jobs, praised us for our co-operation and positive attitudes, then hugged me after I paid her. Yup, hugged me.
We headed straight over to the storage unit to clear it out. It was after seven at this point. We got it all packed up, then headed to my besties house to collect some more of my stuff and her bag of clothes for the weekend I finally got to bed around midnight.
Friday I packed up the car, picked up my friend and headed for the ferry. I love the ferry, even when it's an hour late, and so packed full of people there is no where to sit, I still love the ferry. We had dinner, checked out the gift shop hoping for some sort of trinket to mark the occasion. I didn't find anything I liked so we killed time on the outside deck taking selfies.
I like this one
I like this one
We arrived at the house after a harrowing journey up the island highway. The new highway is like Jekyll and Hyde. If it is a nice clear day you can put your foot down, and make really good time to Courtenay with a calm and relaxing drive. When it is dark and wet it looks like you are driving on the reflective surface of a lake. The lines completely disappear and with the weight of the trailer on the back I was gripping the steering wheel pretty tight at some points.
We met the property manager at the house and I could not believe the house when I saw it. It is a double wide trailer that is probably about forty or more years old. It is in immaculate condition. It feels like you stepped back in time, it is 1970 and it is brand new.
There is a small yard, a patio in the back, and a good sized shed. The driveway goes the full length of the house, and will be perfect for Abby to learn to ride a tricycle this summer. There are two small garden beds. The one at the front already has flowers coming up and the one at the back will be perfect for some zucchini, and squash.
It has a fireplace, two bedrooms, and a den which will be a perfect guest bedroom / sewing room. The master is huge with an enormous bathroom complete with soaker tub.
This house has everything I wanted. When I first walked in it felt so good it was like the house was hugging me and I have this un-shakeable feeling that I have been here before.
So we are officially islanders! Phase 2 complete, now we start phase 3, job and daycare.
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