The Move

We are in. I just want to thank everyone for their help this weekend. Shan and I were talking about it last night and we could not have done it without you. You guys rocked. I was amazed, we were amazed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Friday night Al came over right after work and we packed up the essentials and brought them over to the new house. I wasn’t going to let a little snow storm interrupt this move. We ended up doing a little shoveling when we got there but it wasn’t too bad. My parents also met us there to check out the new place so it was nice for them to be able to come and check things out.

Saturday I was up and out the door by 7am to pick up the Uhaul. Why is it that every Uhaul I have ever driven runs like crap and smells like an ashtray? I opted for the extra insurance based on the condition of the roads but I don’t think it covers Mike’s driveway markers that I mowed over trying to back into his place. I figured Mike would be outside because the night before he sent me a text that read “see you at 8am, I will have the coffee on” – Nope, apparently the sound of me wrecking his driveway woke him up instead.

Loading up wasn’t too bad but there was a lot more stuff than I thought. Nolan, Brey, and I came back for the playhouse and a bunch of odds and ends to finish it up. I want to thank my parents for the food too, it came just at the right time.

Yesterday Lexi and I went back to Lorette to pick up the last odds and ends. Until then I was so focused on all the things that needed to be done I wasn’t as focused on what we left behind. When we pulled up to the house Lexi asked “Whose house is this Daddy?” and said “Grandma’s silly”.

It was strange to see Grandma’s house without all our stuff all over the place! It sounds funny but there was no sign of the girls except some art that Lexi had done that was still on the wall. When I came back in from the van there was music playing and Lexi was dancing alone in the big empty kitchen. Not sure if it was the sun beaming in on her or the song that was playing but Gerrie and I both just stopped and watched her. We were both holding back some tears and it was the first time it occurred to me that this was home. Maybe not as much for me, but undeniably it was for my girls…all 3 of them.