On the Home Stretch

Murphy stirs at 4:30ish; Maya soon after. When we get to Moose Jaw, 4:30 here becomes 6:30 there so maybe we’ll settle into a more reasonable routine. For now, we all retire at a ridiculously early hour, weary. Rising at 4:30 a.m. is usually okay with me, but I’m tired and my back hurts, and wouldn’t mind an extra hour or so of sleep these days.

All in good time.

We finally got a date from the movers. Eight days from today, they’ll be here to load the truck. Gerry and I and the pups will head toward our new little house on the prairie the following day. We’re in the home stretch as far as packing goes, and this week will be one of appointments, finishing up here at home, and keeping an eye on the weather forecast.

Yesterday, Gerry asked what I’d miss about Kamloops. My friends and our church were the things that came to mind. I don’t relish starting over to find my place in community, but trust it will happen. And that’s something else about this move that’s different. I’m not feeling stressed about it at all. Tired, yes. But from the time our house first went on the market I’ve felt at peace.

There’s the sense of going home, of course, but it’s more than that. It’s resting and trusting and more than a little bit of gratitude and awe that this move is really happening. I’m not the same overwhelmed and stressed-out woman I was when we retired and repatriated to Canada eight years ago. I’ve got my checklist; things are getting done and coming together; and before too long we’ll be Saskatchewan residents living in a home I love in the city I’ve always loved.

Meanwhile, today after church Gerry’s hiking with friends from the club and they’re gathering for a farewell dinner afterward.  I’m taking a day of rest that will likely include curling up under a blanket to watch a Hallmark movie.

The countdown continues . . .


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 and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I confess…my emotions are conflicted. I see the room full of boxes awaiting the movers to whisk them to their new home and I can’t help but experience feelings of excitement. I’ve always loved moving day! It represents a sense of hope and possibility…even when accompanied with sadness or disbelief. I am sooo happy for you!!!

    The photo also invokes a deep sense of sadness intermingled with gratitude. I can’t separate these one from another even if I wanted too. I will profoundly miss your sisterhood and remain deeply grateful. You have been a source of wise and compassionate counsel and I am better for your investment in my life. Thank you, sweet friend. I wish you many happy days ahead.

  2. Wishing you many blessings as you leave the old and familiar behind and start over with all things new in Saskatchewan.

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