Well, we have left our town of 30 years for another. Sold one house, bought another, and moved, all in the same day, combined with a last minute screw up at the bank. Stressed are us. Add to that two petrified pets who I thought were going to take a long walk off a short pier. One spent last night and all day today underneath blankets on Mommy’s bed. Didn’t come out to eat, drink, or pee (as far as we know).
We are officially in Ontario’s “snow belt”, and it lived up to its name yesterday. But, the view is nice, the house is cozy, and we have a built in caregiver in the person of our daughter, who went together with us on the house. They say familiarity breeds contempt, but I hope it will not be true in our case. We hired movers for the first time in our lives. I’m a little embarrassed to say that we had minimal furniture, but somewhere short of 300 boxes and totes. When the crew was finished, their boss jokingly said to me “you should call Hoarders Anonymous”.
It will be beautiful here in the spring, what with the pretty trees and gardens, and the ravine of Bear’s Creek just below our backyard. Right now, the work of unpacking and of clearing snow has just begun. The morning coffee will taste so good.