Rectors Away
Man, why hasn't anyone updated this blog recently??
Maybe because ... we're in the middle of moving across the country!
Am happy to report that the packing and move (into the truck) went well. Or at least it went as well as could be reasonably expected.
As my neighbor said, "You guys look really tired. You know that old saying about moving ... Don't move!"
Ha. Ha.
The good news is that all of our worldly goods (and it turns out, there are a lot of them) are now on a moving van the size of a ocean liner.
It was REALLY big!
You know a vehicle is big when it has a door in the middle of it:
Mela's room before (no, it's not from the tornado, it's from the toddler):
After:
The kitchen:
The living room:
Saying goodbye to the house was hard but could've been a lot worse. It's hard to be overly sentimental when you're soaked with sweat, dead tired and just want the whole thing to be over.
I was totally fine until I saw Mela's handprints on the mirror in her room.
Somebody should've cleaned this:
It was like a little mark that we really did live there, that all those memories really did happen, that I didn't just dream it one night and am going to wake up tomorrow and be 20 years old and alone.
But I couldn't begin to say a proper goodbye. How do you even say goodbye to a ...
... living room where you spent almost every day of two maternity leaves, countless hours reading and playing with your children and where you actually gave birth to your son?
... dining room that you must've swept a million times, as each child went through the messy, dropped food stage?
... the nursery where you rocked your infant son every day for the first several months of his life, where you sat for hours and watched the early morning sun slowly light up the room? (Will the new house have a tree outside his window so Nathan can watch the birds he loves so much??)
... the bedroom where you slept with your first born child the night they were born? The hallway you stumbled down countless sleepless nights when you were pregnant and then, after they were born, stumbled down trying to reach your crying babies?
All packed up and ready to go ... (Aunt Mary waits)
Anyway, it is done now.
And we are like a hot air balloon, floating high above a map of Canada. Right now we're recovering at my parents' house (central Ontario).
Mela is pleased that Grandma's TV gets Diego, too:
And has fun toys:
Nate's just happy they have food:
On Saturday, we're going to cast off and slowly drift east until we reach the ocean.
As long as the winds prevail, Nathan doesn't get a fever from his shots or a new tooth (was inexplicably cranky today - pray for us) and the toddler can keep it together for 20 hrs in the car.
This should be interesting.
Maybe because ... we're in the middle of moving across the country!
Am happy to report that the packing and move (into the truck) went well. Or at least it went as well as could be reasonably expected.
As my neighbor said, "You guys look really tired. You know that old saying about moving ... Don't move!"
Ha. Ha.
The good news is that all of our worldly goods (and it turns out, there are a lot of them) are now on a moving van the size of a ocean liner.
It was REALLY big!
You know a vehicle is big when it has a door in the middle of it:
Mela's room before (no, it's not from the tornado, it's from the toddler):
After:
The kitchen:
The living room:
Saying goodbye to the house was hard but could've been a lot worse. It's hard to be overly sentimental when you're soaked with sweat, dead tired and just want the whole thing to be over.I was totally fine until I saw Mela's handprints on the mirror in her room.
Somebody should've cleaned this:
It was like a little mark that we really did live there, that all those memories really did happen, that I didn't just dream it one night and am going to wake up tomorrow and be 20 years old and alone.But I couldn't begin to say a proper goodbye. How do you even say goodbye to a ...
... living room where you spent almost every day of two maternity leaves, countless hours reading and playing with your children and where you actually gave birth to your son?
... dining room that you must've swept a million times, as each child went through the messy, dropped food stage?
... the nursery where you rocked your infant son every day for the first several months of his life, where you sat for hours and watched the early morning sun slowly light up the room? (Will the new house have a tree outside his window so Nathan can watch the birds he loves so much??)
... the bedroom where you slept with your first born child the night they were born? The hallway you stumbled down countless sleepless nights when you were pregnant and then, after they were born, stumbled down trying to reach your crying babies?
All packed up and ready to go ... (Aunt Mary waits)
Anyway, it is done now.
And we are like a hot air balloon, floating high above a map of Canada. Right now we're recovering at my parents' house (central Ontario).
Mela is pleased that Grandma's TV gets Diego, too:
And has fun toys:
Nate's just happy they have food:
On Saturday, we're going to cast off and slowly drift east until we reach the ocean.As long as the winds prevail, Nathan doesn't get a fever from his shots or a new tooth (was inexplicably cranky today - pray for us) and the toddler can keep it together for 20 hrs in the car.
This should be interesting.
Comments
have a great and sane trip and I hope you get to your new homeland safely.
allison
Thank you for making me not want to ever, ever move again.
Glad you have a few days to recover before the long haul.
Keep sight on all the awesomeness that awaits you in a new place! And, uh, lobsters.