My older sister lives in a small town called Rimouski in Quebec.
It is a pretty small town as far as towns go...
When Jiffinner and I spoke on the phone last night and I told her I was really starting to plan moving in a few years, she said, "to a beach huh?"
While Rimouski is a beach town, I don't think that was what she was thinking...
It's no secret that my plan is to live near a body of water. I need water. It makes me feel whole. 
But water in Canada? Where it is cold?
And they have this white stuff that falls from the sky?
But there are also trees. Many glorious trees.
And a beach. Not the kind of beach I will likely be swimming laps in but a beautiful, straight out of Anne of Green Gables beach.
And while all of the picturesque town near the beach stuff is lovely, the fact is that I miss my sister.
I want to be near her and my neices and the fact that they live in a beach town is just a plus.
A really, really big plus that almost completely makes up for the fact that I may freeze the death my first winter there...
Labels: being a Home Owner, sisters
