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Wandering through the toadstools…

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by sarahkift in self-improvement

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We’ve moved to a new place – a basement suite with stucco walls (on the inside!) and plenty of quirks. A cross between an old English pub and a hobbit hole, it’s been a safe and comfortable haven for us over the holiday rush, and so it’s been christened Kifthaven. 

While our new home has quickly become normal, the neighbourhood continues to intrigue me.  Still East Vancouver, but with some unusual trappings, and unassuming hilltop views of a far away, glittering downtown.

Each time I make the 17 minute journey from the bustling bus stop at the corner of Busy and Funky, I find something new to pause in front of, and note in my secret book, yet unwritten, “A Wanderer’s Guide to Weird Vancouver.” 

Today’s chapter: Mushrooms & Home Decor – Together at Last. 

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Actually, it’s quite remarkable – instead of falling prey to the fear of fungi that besets most Vancouver homeowners and basement dwellers as they battle the rain and the many splendored spores our moist climate nutures, these houses embrace mushrooms and proudly put them on display. Either that, or the fake fungi are a kind of totem against the real thing – much like I have a cute little ceramic bedbug on my windowsill, thankfully yet to feel the triple bite of those hideous creatures. 

Whatever the motivation, the courage to eschew a few potted plants and a nice light shingle is admirable – and the result? Rather pleasing to the weary wanderer on her way home from the world. And slightly unsettling, considering these houses are all within a seven block radius of one another. But I’m not going to hallucinate consipiracy theories for now. Each time I pass by the mushroom houses, I feel a little fantastical, and lifted out of drudge, transported to some Seussical land where life doesn’t have to be all beige and granite countertops. My new neighbourhood and my imagination are going to get along just fine. At least until I pass a gnome on the street. 

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Why the Everafters?

Before I met my husband, I was doing the following:

-writing a thesis

-applying to graduate schools

-passing myself off as a future-famous journalist

-avoiding serious relationships and loving non-committal men

-saying things like, “Marriage scares me” and “I’m not looking for a man to fill a job description”

And then one sunny day, while I was doing the splashy, scoffing single-girl thing at a friend’s wedding (wardrobe: flirty dress, red lipstick, and witty cynicism), I saw someone who took all my bravado and breath away.

This is what I am doing now:

-writing my own stuff (trying to lose the technical jargon)

-cooking dinner

-being part of a “we”

The Everafters is the continuing story of how I went from wary to married in less than a year, and what this particular ever after, in all its messy, vunerable, beautiful, everyday moments is like.

I hope it encourages, enrages and excites you.

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