Indulge me, as I love to play the advocate of the Devil (not the literal, in this case. Too close to home).
I once and still have a storied reputation as someone who can be sent a real-estate listing and send back a list of why it's perfect and also a list of why it's not, and Vancouver and surrounding areas are rife with material for me to peruse.
I invite you to visit The Sanctuary.
Probable the fifteenth or eightieth house/church/restaurant or cottage lot called this. Let's be honest. If it ain't a Haven, it'll be a Sanctuary.
Carly and Eric built it. I don't know who they are but this article told me a little. Here's a quarter-acre impossible builders lot for half a million dollars (a steal!). Let's blast a house into the granite (we all know officials in the Sea to Sky are famous for allowing construction that ends in landslide fatalities, just ask Lions Bay) and it can 'nestle'. Ten feet from the houses on either side. But it's okay, because it will be natury and coming from grimy, noisy Gastown that means an awful lot.
It will be PERFECT for our future tiny babies. The natural light. The crunchy Unesco vibes. The steep cliffs. The unfenced pools and outdoor saltwater bathtubs. Steep interior staircases and art-installation/stangulation hazard light fixtures notwithstanding. The poison mushrooms in the steep, deep and bear-filled woods outside.
Eric likes to open the windows up all the way across to be extra-super-nature-y. Who is running after the small babies while he's doing this? Where are we corralling these kids? In the sharp-edged bathtubs? In the pizza oven on the backyard uh..steppe that could fit a human?
Maybe up by the singular raised garden bed where they grow all their own food (LOL) and supplement with those foraged mushrooms from around the hood? Maybe they keep them working to scrub endlessly the unsealed (because TOXIC but GAS FIREPLACES) porcelain tiles on every floor. To keep dirt at bay.
Um. What?
So that article was published this year, in March and here it is the middle of September and it's already for sale! Maybe it's the 12k in property taxes that sealed the deal. Maybe this is the single most unlogical family home ever built and they tried to make it work but holy hell, there's only so many times you can yank a poison mushroom out of a hungry child's hand or soothe their little forehead bruises from hitting the side of those bathtubs. And a cloth (cloth?? Which one??!) designer sofa with children involved? Come on.
Also if you look reallllly closely under the coffee table in the one photo there is something underneath, under the rug. Probably the architect they murdered for giving their family so much hope only to discover they've been living in a death trap all along. Now it can be yours for around seven million, give or take if you want them to include the ten-thousand-dollar 'board table' (I would, it matches the nature!).
Not a single photograph of the storied 'Moonlit Oculus'. If there's magic, for God's sake show it to me.
I think I'll make an appointment to go see it because all of the pictures are from the article and not from the listing agents which is either a corner cut or a red flag or both and I want to know which. Who wants to come with me?