I was born in Nova Scotia and within a few months we moved to Ontario. A couple years later we moved to British Columbia. We lived in White Rock and Richmond in the late 70’s. By 1980, we moved to Edmonton Alberta and four years later we moved back to British Columbia and settled in Langley.
From age 8 I have called Langley my home. For a little over thirty years I have watched it grow. Throughout the years in Langley, we have moved to a few different homes in a few different neighborhoods. I am currently in my sixth house and have been here for nine years now. It also happens to be the house that my wife’s father built in 1972. This house has always been my wife’s home. Sure she lived elsewhere over the ages (including a short time in Turkey), but this is where she calls home.
This was my first home in Langley. It was built in the late 70’s, so it has some character to it. It is by far my favorite house I have ever lived in. It’s the only home I’ve lived in that that had a swimming pool. It may not look it, but this home is bigger on the inside. If I could, I’d walk through this house just to relive my childhood memories.
Just before the 90’s started we moved to a brand new subdivision. We watched the house get built from the ground up. It was the summer of my transition from grade 9 to 10. My father allowed me to have a friend stay over for a few nights only to make us work laying out a new lawn in the hot sun. It was a much smaller home than the previous one, but everything was new. My mother was happy but my father was miserable. This house was sold two years later and we downsized again. This was also partly due to some financial struggles that my parents ran into. My father was about to lose his job and they were going through a legal battle because of an accident my sister was in at age 12.
This was our third home in Langley. It was in what was eventually referred to as “The Complex Complex”. It was about half the size of our second home, so most of our stuff ended up in a storage unit or donated. I was entering my last year of high school and the school was now a two minute walk away. Let the rebel teen years commence! Lots of emotional struggles in this home and a lot of soul searching for me. This home was a hub of activity and I made lots of friends and had lots of adventures.
After this home I did a lot of couch surfing, then lived in a cramped basement suite with three other people, moved to a crappy bottom floor apartment with a friend, then met my wife and lived with her in a large home with four others.
Our first home together where my wife and I began our family. I’m sure I have better pictures of the house somewhere, but I really like the photo of us on our third Halloween. This home was a chance for me to learn the basics of home renovations. My “Martha Stewart” skills became apparent as well.
This is our current home, albeit a picture from a few years ago. Not much has changed on first glance, but lots has changed when you look throughout. I love this house with all of its quirks. Any time I think we should sell, I think about my personal journey to get here. It is apparent that my wife has been a big influence on my life and has really pushed me to set higher goals but also be content with what we have. There’s a healthy balance that I believe we have found. I’m also pretty sure my wife would like to stay here for many more years to come.
Langley is my home and I have enjoyed most of the journey to get where we are. Our door is always open to friends to come visit. No invitation is needed.
Our home is your home. Anytime.