There hadn't been much snow this winter. Not here anyway. And for the two of us that meant the rain was not only depressing our spirits, but it was depressing our financial prospects too. Working in a ski-town on the front lines of a melting glacier and climate change was not what I had signed up for. So after two years and a little bit of prompting from a 'structural change' at work we both found ourselves with a lot of time on our hands and not much tying us to this place.
Somehow it was decided that it was simply time to pack up and leave. I'm not entirely sure how that conclusion made more sense than looking for any kind of work nearby or keeping the stability that society had told us to strive for and protect at all costs. But it felt right.
Having both been starving university students for far too long in our 20s, the three bedroom house full of stuff wasn't really necessary for survival. It was nice to have all of those things, and spares of spares... but we could survive without it and procure most of it again wherever we landed. The couches, the beds, the electronics, even the dishes were all pretty run of the mill. There was one thing we were going to have to take with us though. The cat.
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| Titan is not amused |
I had moved with pets before, dogs mostly. But this was going to be something entirely different. The lack of work in Canada generally had meant that mobility was going to be key. The last times I had moved I had flown to a new job and then sent for my things. This time there was no job. There was a distinct possibility that we could be on the road for a very long time. That meant that there was no end point or location to ship everything. It had to come with us and stay with us.
So it turned out that we would probably buy a small little trailer, pack everything into our little truck and bounce our way east. Just a few possessions, our camping gear, and a cat.
