Goodbye little yellow house
On Friday Feb 12, 2010, our little yellow house got demolished. Just around the time the olympic torch was running through the neighborhood a large crane came and took our house apart piece by piece. Why? Well, we’re rebuilding our home larger spaces with a better layout (and hopefully better material).
I didn’t think that I’d be that emotionally affected by it but when I saw the video tearing into the house piece by piece it became a little hard to watch. I did get a bit teary eyed. There were a lot of memories in that place: drinking and Guitar Hero with Ced and Lindsay, workouts with Jaime, Vancouver poker tour, living with Cheryl and a whole lot more.
I had always known that the little yellow house was a temporary fixture in my life. I bought the house because I loved the view (it overlooked Vancouver because it was on top of a hill), it was close to my workplace (and downtown Vancouver) and I was itching to get out on my own (again). So when I got married looking at larger accommodations seemed like the next logical thing to do. We looked at buying a new place but larger scale homes are expensive in this day and age. Building a house was slightly cheaper but required more effort on our parts so the choice was obvious. We’re familiar with hard work.
So as a result we’ve recently moved back to mom and dad’s in Richmond causing my driving rage to increase exponentially (so I’ve started utilizing public transit to get myself to and from work). We try to stop by to take as many pictures and video as we can but here are a few that you might find fun.
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