Photo of the interior of our condo living room…
Over the past few days I have been thinking about the condo that I shared with Range in Montreal for two years before our move in Taiwan. The condo was a symbol of our life and dreams together. It was new, modern, in an up and coming neighborhood with loft style exposed cement ceilings and three meter high windows. It was also expensive and caused a lot of strain on our relationship. The mortgage, the appliances, the new furniture. The stress added up in more ways then just dollars and cents.
There were a lot of good things about living there but the circumstances surrounding the condo surpassed its weight and importance. Range was working a job he did not like and I also felt that Quebec was not the best place for my career. Moreover, we both did not feel settled into Montreal. Taiwan has been a dynamic experience for Range and at 30 he’s flourishing as an ESL teacher. Our marriage is much stronger now that we are in Asia but I find there are still things about the condo that I miss.
For whatever reason, I have been thinking of the chrome light fixtures, the suede paint, the aspects of my home that I am now without. Sometimes it feels good to be free of material possessions knowing I would not be able to experience as much of the world if there was still the Home Depot bill to pay off. However, there is a strange feeling of grief in being separated from it all. When you build a home, you are also building a life. When that home or life do not work out you find another with more possibility and meaning. At the moment I am looking forward to where we will end up settling next….