Goodbye city, goodbye bike-trails and coffee shops, wonderful neighbours and dear little city...
The last bath in the bathtub where three of our children were born...
Oh, no, I'm not being emotional. Not at all.
It's been a good era, a good epoch of our lives. But we're putting on our cold-weather gear and getting ready for the next big adventure! A little log house on a hill. Apple trees, stone fences, and nine derelict barns! We've got big plans...
Let the chronicling begin....
