"that's just a box of mugs waiting to happen" is my new favourite phrase.
on saturday kieran hung out with us in our living room for about 10 minutes. he's the 7 year old son of bren. he was suited up in his hockey gear and waiting for mike to retrieve him. as he stood waiting, brendan and i told him that we're moving soon. he looked around our living room and said "you still have a lot to pack". very true. that may have been the moment that flicked the switch in my brain and since then i've been spending almost all my spare time stuffing more stuff into boxes. unfortunately we run out of boxes frequently.
we're moving in 19 days. counting down like this reminds me of when we got married. it was the last time i was counting down to something significant that required a lot of advanced planning. i've concluded though that house owning is much more up my alley than weddings. i'm inspired by the blank canvas of our new home in a way i never was about our wedding. i eagerly looked forward to being married to b, but i didn't eagerly look forward to the wedding. i'm pretty much pysched about everything house related. but i am quite overwhelmed by the packing process. it's hard because we're running out of space to put things.
i packed up my balcony garden on saturday. my heart ached in a familiar way. its the feeling of knowing something good is over. something that can never be recaptured. i've never felt so simultaneously safe and free as i did when i was on my balcony. it saddens me to think there will never be another sunny summer afternoon lying on the balcony with honey lying on the cushion beside me. if she knew we were moving and it meant she'll never be able to go outside again she'd be just devastated. i'm sure if she was a capable of such things, she'd completely refuse to go. that said, i think they'll like the view from the exile - the sunny foyer and the windowsills.
looking back to when i moved in to the maxipad, and my years spent there, it never occured to me that i'd someday leave with my husband to buy a house. i thought i'd go live on wolfe island, travel the world, or live with housemates again. i like that this step forward, as conventional as it is, still comes to me as a surprise.
at paul's birthday party on saturday, b and i had the chance to chat with rachel and dan for quite a while. it's hard to believe i haven't seen her in 6 months. it just feels like a week past since i saw her last, because we picked up right where we left off. i really value that kind of connection - consistant and warm. i honestly can't think of anything worse to me than inconsistant and cold. it was a treat to see the greenwoods and the butler clan on a november afternoon :)
we're moving in 19 days. counting down like this reminds me of when we got married. it was the last time i was counting down to something significant that required a lot of advanced planning. i've concluded though that house owning is much more up my alley than weddings. i'm inspired by the blank canvas of our new home in a way i never was about our wedding. i eagerly looked forward to being married to b, but i didn't eagerly look forward to the wedding. i'm pretty much pysched about everything house related. but i am quite overwhelmed by the packing process. it's hard because we're running out of space to put things.
i packed up my balcony garden on saturday. my heart ached in a familiar way. its the feeling of knowing something good is over. something that can never be recaptured. i've never felt so simultaneously safe and free as i did when i was on my balcony. it saddens me to think there will never be another sunny summer afternoon lying on the balcony with honey lying on the cushion beside me. if she knew we were moving and it meant she'll never be able to go outside again she'd be just devastated. i'm sure if she was a capable of such things, she'd completely refuse to go. that said, i think they'll like the view from the exile - the sunny foyer and the windowsills.
looking back to when i moved in to the maxipad, and my years spent there, it never occured to me that i'd someday leave with my husband to buy a house. i thought i'd go live on wolfe island, travel the world, or live with housemates again. i like that this step forward, as conventional as it is, still comes to me as a surprise.
at paul's birthday party on saturday, b and i had the chance to chat with rachel and dan for quite a while. it's hard to believe i haven't seen her in 6 months. it just feels like a week past since i saw her last, because we picked up right where we left off. i really value that kind of connection - consistant and warm. i honestly can't think of anything worse to me than inconsistant and cold. it was a treat to see the greenwoods and the butler clan on a november afternoon :)
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I consistently and warmly agree. In a very whole-hearted fashion!!
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