The Big Move

We’ve bought land in Naramata, about 15 minutes outside of Penticton and we’re building a house. OMG how did this all happen?

Jens and I have wanted to move for a long time. In fact, it’s been a topic of conversation since we met 14 years ago. There are two places we would move. Germany and Penticton, British Columbia. Different you say? Why yes they are.

We would have moved years ago but my parents were here in Vancouver and I felt the need to stay and help support my Mom as she cared for my Dad. When he passed away, almost 4 years ago, we knew that eventually we’d combine houses with my Mom and we had accepted staying in Vancouver, with its crazy-ass house prices and weird vibe. We were going to make it work.

About a year and a half ago my Mom asked us if we’d like to move to the Okanagan. She really wanted to build a house so we could all get the things we wanted in a home, and that was going to be impossible in Vancouver. I think I cried.

Within a few months, we were travelling up to Penticton looking at land and talking to people about the possibilities of moving our businesses. I’ve always loved the small town vibe and charisma that is Penticton. Seventeen years ago, I moved there with my soon-to-be-husband-quickly-ex-husband and I fell in love. The people are amazing and supportive. There are 2 gorgeous lakes (hello canoeing), so many outdoor activities to do in a climate akin to the Napa Valley, oodles less rain than Vancouver and wine … did I mention the wine?

One of the things we are most looking forward to is moving Big Yellow Canoe into a community that supports local. We want to help support the paddling and outdoor community and give kids of all demographics, the chance to paddle and find their piece of zen out on the water.

We’ll be documenting our journey here on the blog. We’re going to share the highs and lows, the joys and frustrations of building a house with my mother, moving our business and asking our son to leave everything he knows for a new community and the start of the dreaded middle school. I can’t wait to get there but there is a lot of work to be done here like packing up this darn house. How many books can one family have?

Too many.



Written by Anita Petersen