So, the time to leave came. For a few weeks, we said goodbye to good friends who have changed us for the better and accepted and loved us as we are. We had picnics and playdates, bbq’s and birthday parties, and we packed. And packed. And packed some more.
When the baby was chewing on milk bones the dog had dropped, and the three year old was peeing in the baby potty and then emptying it in the kitchen sink herself while I packed, we knew it was time to go. So our friends helped us pack the van (which was, incidentally, way too small), and we ended up having to buy a utility trailer for the rest of our stuff and leaving a bunch of stuff as a farewell to freecycle. We headed out at 11 on Monday morning for the long trek.
Our friend Fleming (who helped us immeasureably by driving the moving van) and I stuffed the cat into her cardboard cat carrier. She got mad. And started to shed. And escaped her carrier quickly. We drove to Walmart and bought a real carrier. She stayed mad. And continued to shed. I could have made a whole new cat from the fur that was on my hoodie. A hoodie is a bunny hug, for you saskatchewan readers (I have to blog bilingually now 🙂 )
Anyway….eight hours, two meals at Wendy’s and three gas stops later, we arrived. We were greeted by our realtor and a bunch of people from the church who helped us unpack the moving van, and left us with a meal for the next day.
Now it is one week later. We have almost moved in, we have seen family and friends for Sean’s ordination, and we have not stopped working for one second. We have been warmly received and welcomed by our new community, the kids have been invited to birthday parties by the girls next door (almost 4 and 7). They play together every day. I don’t have any friends yet, but that too will come. I wish it was as easy for adults to make friends.
We have planted broccoli, kale, tomatoes, beans, carrots and fiddleheads. We have been to the farmer’s market and marvelled at the beautiful trees and the fact that we live in a neighbourhood where every house has children living in it, instead of sketchy old men. We marvel at how much we love our house, and feel blessed by all of the people who have helped us make it feel like home.
And now it is time to rest a wee bit, to return to some level of normalcy, and for Sean to figure out what exactly a pastor does with his time.