I’ve been down with the flu, then bronchitis and generally out of sorts for over a month. Three antibiotics, two inhalers and weeks of bed rest. Seriously sick. I’ve popped into a few blogs to try and stay in touch, but frankly, it’s been tough.
Unfortunately I was also too sick to go finish the packing and move out of our house on Vancouver Island.
The process still happened without me. It had to because the house was sold. I just wasn’t part of it.
A friend wisely observed that a lung infection was a pretty clear message (from my body) to stay away from the very emotional house-closing. I was having second and third and fourth thoughts about selling that house…but it was done and there was no going back.
We’d been up in November to sell most of what we didn’t want, and start some of the packing…but there was still a lot of work to do.
The weather was lousy and gray, but it reminded me of the Blustery days
days we’d spent settled before a roaring fire, content to read and listen to the storms.
Luckily, my son offered to fly up and help my husband get us out of there.
Sadly, neither one had a clue what they were doing.
There are no labels or indication of contents, on any of the boxes. The writing that is on some of the boxes, was from our last move… and has no correlation to what’s in them this time. Several boxes came from the supermarket and don’t have tops. When they opened the truck I just stood there. In shock.
It looked like was a junk heap crammed into the back of a Uhaul. I had to laugh when I saw they’d left the sheets on the mattresses! Trust me, I had to. At least they rolled up my Persian carpets.
True confession here? I’m a bit of a total neurotic about how things should be done…and this didn’t even come close to my vision.
And so, this is where I learn to roll with the punches and let go of what I can not change.
Everything has now gone into storage until we decide what we’re going to do with ourselves and where we want to live.
I am grateful they didn’t arbitrarily decide to toss things I may have wanted, but my work is cut out for me when we decide to settle somewhere.
My favorite days, by far, were spent here
on my deck chair. I never tired of the changing view. It was like sitting in front of a giant movie screen. There was always something interesting to see.
And now that I’ve taken this trip down memory lane, I’m sad all over again.
Time to rise to the occasion and remember why we did this. It was time. I can’t really say why it was…I just knew it was time to move on to a new adventure.
I will never skip getting my annual flu shot again. Never.