Thursday, June 18, 2015

the never ending move

Our UHaul Pod arrived yesterday.
Three trips with two cars emptied it.

And now, in our 600 sq ft apartment, we are playing 'Tetris Totes'.

It's crazy.

But I love seeing my Morris chair here. I love that the quilt my Mom made for me (old school, completely hand stitched) is here. My rugs look fabulous on the refinished floors. My Gram's cedar chest belongs at the foot of my bed & it made me really happy to look inside and see Rabbit (I did not give my stuffed pets crazy names) & all of the ridiculous doll clothes that I sewed for my favorite Doll (yes. Her name was Doll).

And I love that what we left behind will fill my son's home.

And as organized as we thought we were? We forgot the silver, inadvertantly stole Mike's brother's toaster (we thought it was ours), brought too many plates (entirely me...I am always ready for an impromptu dinner party), packed too many linens (me again-lawn party), and brought too many clothes, which I cannot figure out since Mike & I wear the same 5 pieces of clothing (we each have our own 5. we do not share) over and over again.

I have no idea of where we will go from here.
I get lost just walking around the block. (I am not making that up. It drives Mike CRAZY!)
But really, I am kind of happy getting lost.

And I love that my really special pieces (once I get them organized) will welcome me home.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Back in New England but thankfully on our way out.

Well, we both walked out of the airport in Manchester and immediately slumped.

But there was so much to do and reorganize (Mike's voice)
Not (my voice)

as an aside, I do know there was a lot to reorganize, but there was absolutely no reason to re-open & re-pack eveything that I had spent 2 months packing and labeling so that we would not have to re-pack and re-label everything.

Yup. A little bit of fighting going on.

And a fabulous week of family, while we were bickering. Pretty sure that everyone thinks that this move has undone us & we will be divorced by the end of the year.

We don't talk about the emotions of leaving the people dearest to us. The family that has supported us above and beyond the call of duty. The people that we love the most. The people that have been our community and support for the last 30 years.

So we pick at each other a little bit when what we really want to do is cry like babies at all we are leaving behind, for the fabulous people that we will not get to see on a daily basis, for the impromptu little get togethers with our fabulous family that we built in the North Country.

I have faith that I can find the same sort of community in Grand Junction.

But I know that I am always going to be thinking 'Jane would love this', 'Beth would be so inspired by this', 'I wish Heidi was here with me'.

My North Country family, the one that I created (the one that found me) is my most important family.
And I cannot wait to introduce them to the new family that I find out here.

Cheers.