I went to the calabria bakery the other day on my lunch break to pick up their yummy pizza bread and realized that I was close to the first house Stephen and I lived in when we first got together......so I drove by. Only to find the house gone....and a gardenless stuco palace in it's place. The new owners even went as far as to cement the front yard!! Can you imagine?
(go on outside kids...and play in the street on on the hot concrete...)
"Not another one!" I thought. This is one of the many homes I have lived in that have been wiped off the planet, but not from my memory.
I took a drive around the city at midnight (could not sleep) and disovered that the house on Nanaimo was also gone. As was the house in North Vancouver...WTF!!!!!
Ok, if anybody knows me, you know I live in a very nice place...it has always been this way. Usually a 50's bungalo or 1912 classic a-frame house. Heck, I even purchased a old-timer in calgary and gutted/reno'd it and put in marble, stainless....etc... so why were the homes I lived in being torn down? It is a Vancouver thing?
It actually made me a little sad - and still does as I type this blog.
Stephen and I met in that first house on Victoria an 35th. We lived with another couple....got our first dog there.....planted an amazing garden.......I nearly died in the bedroom with a twisted intestine / ...and now it is gone. gone.
The house we moved into in Edgemont when we first arrived back in Vancouver from 10 years in Calgary is gone......the owner let our lease run out...then removed the 200 foot cedar tree...and tore it down and built a HUGE 2 million dollar home. It was a really nice bungalo on the side of grouse mountain...hardwoods, stainless.... I don't understand it at all.
I fell as though all my memories were wiped out with the house being gone.....
the only thing that is good about it is that they did not put up a wallmart or McDonalds in their place.....
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