Lasts

This is our view of the cul de sac from the window in our den: picture-perfect and pretty after last night’s snow. The view from the bedroom and living room is equally charming on this snowy November morning. I will miss these things.

These are weeks of lasts and of saying farewell and they are bittersweet. But without the willingness to let go there can be no transition and I’m so looking forward to our new adventure in Saskatchewan therefore I must embrace both the melancholy and anticipation.

I’m remembering the last big change when we moved from Washington state back to Kamloops and the myriad of details that accompanied that move. This time we’re changing provinces, not countries, but there are still many balls to juggle, and many lasts before the firsts begin.

Yesterday, my bestie and I enjoyed a pedicure at our favourite place for the last time. Later this week, I’m lunching with her and other longtime former work friends for the last time. Next week I have the last appointments with my hair stylist, our dog groomer, and one last float scheduled. We are still waiting for a definite date from the movers but it’s safe to say next week will be our last full one here in Kamloops.

Today, Gerry’s off on a snowy drive to the coast to spend a “bye-bye BC” day with his sister and son. Me? I’m here at home surrounded by boxes and, at the moment, soaking in the silence. I intend to take a break from packing and organizing to enjoy a quiet day at home with the pups.

The mess of moving is in sharp contrast to so many weeks of keeping the house pristine at all times for potential buyers, but I’m at the point of embracing the semi-organized mess because there’s nothing else to be done. The den remains relatively untouched so far save for blank walls where pictures once hung, but if I settle in there with a mug of tea, a good book, maybe a Hallmark movie or two, and the dogs I can forget about the boxes and relative chaos in every other room in the house for a while.

That’s the plan.

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I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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