I Own Land
In two days, assuming no one gets hit by a bus and the Royal Bank doesn’t dissolve, we’re going to be the owners of three and a half acres of ‘high bank’ (meaning a cliff as opposed to a beach) waterfront property on Pender Island. It’s on the north-east side (roughly the centre of this map–Google appears to have forgotten entirely about the Gulf Islands).
As the photos show, it’s mostly a lot of trees, rock and dirt. The short-term plan is to build an outhouse and possibly a yurt, and use it occasionally for camping. In three or four years, we’ll build a house there, and live half on Pender and half in downtown Vancouver. That’s the plan. Of course, how do you make God laugh? Make a plan.
It’s a little odd to think that I own land. I mean, we currently own a condo, so in theory I own, what, roughly 1/285th of a half-city block (20 square meters?). But to think that we’ve got a big chunk of something, on which I can dance naked or build a log fort or tree house–it changes one’s perspective a little.