Two weeks after my last post and I am in a different place — physically and emotionally. Over the weekend with the help of many hands and a UHaul rental, I moved almost everything into the small but cosy new apartment. I bought a few new things (new bed for Kiddo, microwave, new bathroom decor) but mostly just worked with what was available, and what Shawn was content to part with (honestly, we had duplicates of so many things I was shocked).
I forgot a few key things and went back Sunday; I will grab the remaining bits this week — I didn’t make it as far as the attic when I was sorting last week, but I did get to most everything else. It was an emotional exercise. Certain things were surprisingly easy to let go of; others prompted a flood of tears and associated memories. In the end, most of my craft things came with me and I will purge as I unpack but a couple of boxes I didn’t get to in the back storage area I realized had been packed for so long I had no clue what was in them — and at that point, does it even matter?
Saturday evening I immediately started unpacking — made my bed, found the coffee maker (no filters! curses!), found the french press (ahhhh, always a Plan B. — Plan C, too: I have instant for a true coffee emergency), unpacked a bunch of stuff in the kitchen. By 7:30, Kiddo was exhausted and asleep. I wasn’t far behind. Both of us awoke ridiculously early on Sunday, had an early breakfast, and got back to unpacking. Yesterday, with Telus due to arrive, I prepped what I could to make room for what the tech would need to do. After he left, I managed to install the wall mount for the television and later attached the TV with Kiddo’s help. The front part of the living room was mostly organized in time for me to curl up and watch a movie on Turner Classics.
