Sunday, February 5, 2012


It's happening--we're moving. About a week ago our landlords told us they would release us from our lease agreement so we could find an apartment with a more suitable floor (our current one is etched concrete. Looks cool, but not so cool). And so we went on a hunt...a hunt that stressed me out far too much. We absolutely adore so many things about our apartment--the space, how bright it is, the location, and most of all, the ward. But our apartment is at the very top of our budget and the floor was causing some fairly significant problems. Poor Hyrum has had a few too many hard bonks to the head, bruises, and bloody knees.

We found one apartment online that seemed like far too good of a deal--$750 with utilities included. That's ridiculously low. When I called the property manager, I seriously asked, "so, what's the matter with it?" She explained to me that the owner owned the property outright and was, more than anything, looking for responsible tenants who would keep things nice more than trying to make a buck.

You see, apartments in Calgary are expensive. I mean, really expensive. In fact, the apartment we're currently in was just listed today for $1300. 1300 dollars!?! I have few friends with mortgage payments that high. Yikes. And that's actually a very reasonable price in these parts. In any case, I was remarkably skeptical but figured it was worth a looksie.

So, we checked it out yesterday and you know what...not that bad! I mean, it has an "apartment bathroom." You know, paint pealing off the ceiling and less than adequate storage space. But for $750, I decided I could deal with a less than ideal bathroom situation.But, no cement floors, a nice and significantly sized kitchen, larger bedrooms (though, 2 instead of 3), more storage space, and significantly cheaper rent. Now we're talking. Oh, and get this--the managers, who live upstairs, are the bishop and his wife of the ward we will be moving into. Coincidence, maybe?

But it is with a really very heart that we are leaving. We absolutely love our ward. There have been few wards in our married lives that we were absolutely devastated to leave. Not that they were bad, we just always knew they were temporary. But, we'd planned on staying in this ward for the duration of our time in Canada so we got remarkably attached. My heart fell as I told our Primary president that we would likely be leaving. I think it fell another foot after it became a reality.

So, why move?! Sometimes I'm asking myself the same question. Really, it's about money. We're on a quest to pay off our student loans as quickly as possible. We want to be rid of debt, badly. And as much as we  love so many aspects of where we live (the floor not being one of them), we know that if we can lower one of our largest costs, we can achieve our goals even faster. Especially while dealing with the exchange rate and fees to transfer money to our US account, it's not getting paid off as quickly as we had hoped. I just have to keep up my mantra: If we can live now like no one else, later we can truly live like no one else.

And so we're off on new adventures--a new part of the city, a new ward, new friends. But we remember what is most important--our family. If we're together, then any house can be a home.


  1. Amy, we will miss you terribly. Much love to you and Brennan and Hyrum.

  2. moving is always an adventure! But hey, you are right home is where the heart is right? Good luck with everything! I miss you! Phoenix =).