There’s no shame in confessing your lack of desire for a house
carlyn yandle/for metro vancouver
Since this week’s column lands on That Special Day that makes floral, candy and greeting-card companies happy, I’m devoting the subject to love — of the apartment life.
I’m in love with my 1,000 square feet now, but it’s only recently that I gave my heart over completely. Like an attached person who still browses online dating Web sites,
I’ve been a chronic MLS-listings junkie, always wondering if the home of my dreams will appear. Something with a backyard, or a rec room, or even just 200 more square feet, or in a soundproof concrete building.
When the Man Of The House and I (and cat, and dog) moved into our place as first-time homeowners, I assumed we would stick it out for a couple of years until we jumped to a better place. It’s what Vancouverites do. That was over a decade ago.
Over the next 10 years, we got into the groove of what we discovered was not just a few blocks of apartments and stores, but a community.
We fell into a routine of Saturday morning dog-walks to Granville Island, Sunday runs on the seawall, a frequent walking shopping circuit that might include drop-bys at the fish store, the hardware store, the video store, the magazine store.
The Man became the authority on the best price for bananas; I started thinking that a particularly stylish grocery pullcart could turn lugging groceries into a more leisurely social experience of my ’hood and all its increasingly familiar faces — human and canine and feline.
And as it goes with matters of the heart, one day it dawned on me: I’m in love with our apartment lifestyle. Ours is not exactly a show home, and the common areas are a bit shabby, but then I’m far from perfect myself and have my shabby moments.
There’s no concierge in a shiny lobby at my place, but then, I don’t worry about wearing PJ bottoms when I take the dog out for a late-night constitutional.
Suddenly I stopped looking.
Still, it’s bit awkward when those who haven’t fallen in big-city-small-home love ask: “Are you planning to move to a house?” It’s a question loaded with judgment, like the “Are you planning to get married/have a baby” question. There’s a moral implication that one must constantly desire more, not be happy with less. But there’s no arguing with feelings, especially when that feeling is true love.