We’re here. It was a long long journey. 15,345 km (thanks Google), four flights, from the 41st parallel in the Southern Hemisphere to the 45th in the Northern. From the end of a gloriously warm dry summer in Wellington to the end of the snowiest winter in years in Nova Scotia. It was a ten-year journey too, all the way home to New Zealand and all the way back to Canada.
We landed in Halifax late Sunday evening, and stayed at the airport hotel. We woke up to this view out the hotel window. It was fascinating for the snow, but even more interesting was the mangled plane at the far end of the runway (doesn't show in the photo, but we could see it). It crash-landed earlier in the day, no casualties. I’m really glad I didn’t know about that until we’d finished all our flying for this trip. The first we heard of it was when we collapsed onto the hotel bed, connected to the wifi and started reading emails titled “OMG, are you OK?” We were OK. The plane at the end of the runway had seen better landings.
Monday we picked up a rental car, beelined for Sears and bought sheets, pillows, a duvet and a toaster, and headed for Wolfville to check out the new house. In my mind I was going through all the home reno reality TV shows I used to be addicted to. This was like having our very own 'reveal', exciting but nerve-wracking. Architectural plans and drawings are all very well, but what’s the place going to actually feel like? Are the rooms going to be big enough? Will the kitchen roast a perfect chicken every time? What about the views out the window? The light? The colours, the flooring and tiles we picked months ago in the middle of a whirlwind summer visit? No wonder I’d been having so many heart palpitations! This is our home, finished, and we’ve never even been inside it yet.
We drove up the street, and into our driveway. The house was the same size and shape and colour as it had been in the photos, and it still looked lovely. It was surrounded in deep snow, and looked absolutely charming.
There were three things that struck me about the house when we walked in, three qualities that have stayed front of mind as we get into the day-to-day rhythm of living here. This house is warm, open, and calm. (Interesting that those are qualities I work to cultivate in myself, and here they are already built into the house. Marvellous. I hope they rub off.)
Warm
This place gets a lot of sunshine, being oriented to the South and having lots of big, triple glazed windows. The windows feel like radiant heater panels when the sun has been on them. The house is super insulated and air tight so the heat from the sun gets trapped in the house. When there’s no sunshine, there’s a super quiet heat pump to warm us up. But on a sunny day, even when it's minus something outside, the house heats itself and is very comfortable.
We knew this in theory, but to experience it first hand is intriguing and almost puzzling. It really does work, exactly they way it's supposed to.
The mostly unfurnished living area. The floor is cork tile, strangely warm underfoot, even though it's not heated. |
Our working, eating, and newspaper reading station. |
Open
This is a pretty small house by neighbourhood standards--167 square meters (1,800 square feet). But it feels big because of the open plan design, the wide central hallway, and the lofted ceilings in the hall and living room. The big windows also add to the sense of space. It also feels big to us because it is the biggest place we've ever lived; we've been mostly apartment and small urban house dwellers until now.
And it probably helps that there is hardly any furniture in here yet. (We've got a truckload arriving mid May.)
Calm
There is a lot that contributes to the sense of calm here. The colour scheme is calm. The materials are mostly natural (cork, bamboo, wood, stone). Being surrounded by trees and snow and dirt is calm. The triple glazed windows and thick insulated walls mute noise from the outside. I'm surprised at all the different bird calls when I go outside; we can only hear the crows from inside.
The best-dressed room in the house, with a cosy ring-side view of the snow. |
We've been here almost three weeks now. Springtime has definitely arrived, and the snow is disappearing to reveal just how much soil we have on our hands here.
Out the bedroom window |
Out the living room widow |
Me on the site of the soon-to-be greenhouse. |
We’re really happy with our warm, open, calm home and our giant-sized garden.
Now that we're here, we can appreciate what a big thing it was to have this place built while we were on the other side of the world. It has been nerve-wracking watching from a distance as it got up off the drawing plans and into life-sized 3D. But we needn’t have worried. It’s good as gold.