Mark e-mailed me some photos of the moving truck outside our house in Vancouver today. Correction - he e-mailed the photos to Julian who was very excited to see photos of the truck but equally annoyed to be missing the event.
"Daddy's really lucky to see the truck," said Julian.
Somehow - I'm not exactly certain Mark is seeing it that way. One of his e-mails to me today described last minute chores like washing mud of bike wheels in the cold and slush before they were loaded in the truck.
We have lived in our house on West 14th Avenue for almost seven years. A lovely house with many happy memories. We moved in as a family of two - and are leaving as a family of four. I'll miss the house - however, the bigger void will be left by the community we are leaving. We are truly blessed with the best family, friends and neighbours anyone could hope for. It's a good thing I'm not there sobbing at the front door.
Yes - somehow Mark drew the short end of the stick - dealing with the final details of the move and finishing work while looking after Max. The transition part has been tough.
Over the past few months, there have been many kind offers of help from family, friends and neighbours that have been greatly appreciated. There were also hours of packing and organizing help from Mark's parents, my parents, Carol and Eric, and Sarah. I know Mark has really appreciated all the help, support, and offers over the last few weeks.
So what happens to our belongings now? They sit in a warehouse until we can provide the shipping company with our visa papers. Once they have these documents, the container goes on a train to New Brunswick where it is loaded on a ship destined to St. Thomas. The actual travel time will be approximately three weeks. Or so they tell us.
Now it's more hurry-up and wait - while two houses sit empty.
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