Sleeping with the Enemy

Hamilton_procon_1My fortune on Saturday read: You will make many changes before settling satisfactorily.

Sure, changes, I’m always changing.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Oh and then we decided to sell our house.  And move to Hamilton.

It all started on Sunday as I suspended my indifferent channel flicking to watch a story about Farley Mowat (hero of my childhood) on Arts & Minds.  Following that was a story about the renovation of the Art Gallery of Hamilton, the recent gift of 200 works of nineteenth century art from the Tanenbaums and how these improvements will allow the AGH to compete with other first-class galleries at an international level.  It got me thinking that between the improved gallery and well-publicized downtown revitalization project, people are going to start noticing Hamilton and for fun I surfed over to MLS to check on the housing market there.  I got a little hot when I saw a five bedroom, detached Victorian with a new roof, new windows, new wiring and a fenced in backyard for the d o g  listed at a ridiculously low sum. 

It began as a lark and quickly turned into "how can we impose our lives on Hamilton?"  Where can I practice yoga?  What about art classes?  Is it worth the cost of the commute?  What do we have to do in order to list our house?  When can we take vacation to work on it?  And suddenly I feel like I’m cheating on Toronto because this is really on the table, it’s a serious conversation.

It’s not the move to Vancouver we considered in 2004 and it’s not the inevitable move to Phildelphia.  Maybe this is practice.

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