Death of a Nomad, or: Holy crap, we bought a house

a house

According to my slighly fuzzy memory, I have moved thirteen times in three provinces in the last eighteen years. We’re about to move again, for a fourteenth and final move, to a fourth and final province. We’ve bought a house, you see, and it’s all quite the adventure. Exciting times, and all that.

There are four main drivers behind our decision to buy a house: 1) We’re sick to death of paying rent and dealing with landlords; 2) We’re sick to death of living in an apartment building and dealing with neighbours1; 3) We’re sick to death of being semi-nomadic; 4) It’s harder to build wealth while paying rent.

The primary motivator really is the “semi-nomadic” thing — while we’ve been in our current condo for three years, we’ve never bothered to do anything like paint or spend any time/effort on prettying the place up. Year to year we’ve never really been sure how much longer we’d be staying, so it never really seemed worthwhile to invest a lot of effort. We certainly weren’t going to spend any real money on real furniture since we really had no idea whether or not it would fit in whatever place we went next or ended up settling in eventually. I guess “we’re sick to death of Ikea” would be a valid fifth reason for wanting to get the hell out of Rent Town.

Anyhow, after pondering a host of possible places to move, we decided to look around in Moncton to see if there were any places we could live with within the price range we were willing to spend. We had looked around Ottawa and Toronto, but it turns out that these places are (in my opinion) ridiculously overpriced for what you get.

Since the next questions here are usually, “Moncton? Where the hell is that?” and “Moncton? Why the hell would you move there?”, here’s the rundown: Moncton is a city of around 126,000 people on the East coast of Canada in the province of New Brunswick. There’s a Wikipedia page all about it. As for why, there are a bunch of reasons, the primary of which are that we both love the Maritimes, and it turns out real estate isn’t criminally overpriced out there.

This is a good time for a short aside about telecommuting: Rob and I both work from home and love it. While telecommuting for work is awesome (so so awesome, it makes me happy every day), the downside is that you really do need a separate office in which to work, else you slowly start to lose your mind. And I mean an actual office — a separate room with a door and hopefully a window — not some cubby hole beneath the stairs or poorly insulated nook up in the loft2. A separate office usually means an additional bedroom, and two telecommuters means two additional bedrooms. Throw a proper guest room into the mix, and suddenly you’re looking at houses that most normal people think are at least twice as big as two people and two cats could ever possibly need. Big houses in big cities equal big money, and the math just wasn’t adding up.

Moncton’s real estate listings, however, were much more in bang-for-buck range of what we were looking for, so while visiting over Christmas we tootled around looking at neighbourhoods and combing through the MLS listings. Happily, we were able to find a local realtor who was willing to help us out (this was 2-3 days before Christmas, so the city was definitely in full-on holiday mode), and he showed us seven or eight houses over a couple of days. We were really under no illusions about finding a place so quickly and were fully expecting (and actively planning) to return for second or third househunting visits before spring. Mostly we were looking at places in hopes of getting a feel for what to expect for what money in what neighbourhoods so our expectations would be somewhat in line with reality.

Naturally we found a place on the second day, and made an offer less than 36 hours after we had started looking. So it seems to go.

That was two months ago. The moving truck will be here on Friday. All our stuff is in boxes for (theoretically) the last time.

We’ve already booked the painters.

  1. Our current, recently moved-in neighbours are actually awesome, which is sort of sad.
  2. This is what I’ve been living with for the past three years.

11 thoughts on “Death of a Nomad, or: Holy crap, we bought a house

  1. I decided to buy across the river from Parliament Hill because I was also tired to deal with a xenophobic landlord. Was a good decision too and my 4th address since I arrived in Canada 🙂

  2. melissa: yeah, we’re really insanely lucky to have the flexibility to do this. I’m so looking forward to being back out East I can hardly stand it 🙂

  3. hi, deb. (long time…)

    congrats on the house – moved 2 1/2 years ago to 2nd house in 16 years and not looking back! welcome to world of worrying about spring run off & leaky basements, did i turn off the outside taps, how do i replace a furnance filter, and moving furniture about once every 3 months for the first few years…

    ed d.

  4. Wow, Deb! That’s huge. The move I mean. Maybe the house, too. We are exceedingly far apart now, geographically speaking.

    Congratulations to both of you. Can’t wait to read about your adventures on that other coast.

    Nice to be near family again, though, isn’t it?

  5. Glad to hear you’re settling in. If you end up in the Valley sometime in the Spring, you’ll have to swing by my parents’ greenhouse operation outside of Canning–just a bit further down the road after the Daylilies place. Riverview Herbs ( is really worth a drive too! Their greenhouses smell fantastic! 😀

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