Moving On

So much happened in the past few weeks that my brain is having difficulty settling on any one thing long enough to sift through the details...

There were a few *ahem* disagreements. A few lessons learned. Some eye opening (holy CRAP were we oblivious to the cost of a cross-province move!).

And boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. (Again, oblivious: we were lulled into a false sense of security and thought we had less stuff than we did and that it would take exponentially less time to pack everything than it did).

We weren't finished loading the moving truck until 11:15pm on the Thursday. We had eaten lunch at 12:30 and figured we'd be done by dinner time (we were invited to Mom & Brad's for dinner and to stay the night so we could pack the beds), so we worked through. Until 11:15pm. Chebbar and his dad kept joking about it being a union job and "union breaks." However. When you've been going for 14 hours straight, going down to find them 20 minutes after their last load to find them propping up the hand truck AGAIN is enough to make you break down in tears of frustration, or so I've heard.

We thought the truck was going to be too big. We ended up having to leave both desk chairs, the desk, the freezer, the microwave, both portable air conditioners, Chebbar's bike, and two media stands. We have not yet figured out how the eff we'll get them here, as both of our options will likely require ANOTHER $1,000. *dies*

When we left, we went to McPuke's. The first one we went through was only accepting cash. The second one made us wait (no word of a lie) 5 minutes to order. All I wanted was sugary, carby comfort food: two apple pies for dinner, plzkthx. "Sorry! We're out of apple pies. Would you like to try our new chocolate Oreo pies?" HELL TO THE NO. Cue the tears. Again. (Shuddup.) We didn't get to Mom & Brad's until 11:45, where Chebbar was over-tired, over-hungry, and anti-social, going straight downstairs to the spare room after a briefly mumbled "hello" to my mom. o_O

I begged off after about 15 minutes because I was exhausted and new 6am would come early. Mom assured me she'd see us in the morning. Neither of us slept well. I got to see Brad before he left for work, but Mom was still in bed when we left. I know she hasn't been sleeping well, so I didn't want to disturb her (plus, as I explained to Chebbar, it wouldn't surprise me if it was intentional because it would be easy than saying goodbye). We were on the road by 7:15 after NECESSARY showers (we stunk, yo); the phone rang about half an hour after we hit the road: it was Mom, and she was heartbroken - her alarm didn't go off. :( She started to cry on the phone because she "didn't get to say goodbye to [her] baby!" which of course made me cry.

While in the car with Pops behind us in the moving truck, we heard a road report for the Coquihalla saying they were going to close it for 4 hours at 9am for avalanche control. Aww, shiiiiit. So, do we press on, hoping we get through (and NOT smothered by an avalanche), or detour, adding at least 2 hours to our 12-hour trip? (Spoiler alert: we pressed on, made it through before they closed the highway, and SURPRISE! were not avalanched on.)

We ended up stopping for the night, which originally was frustrating because I just wanted to get here, but it turned out to be a great decision because we all (finally) got a good night's sleep. We were back on the road by 7:30 and arrived in Edmonton at 11am. We had the truck unloaded in about 2 hours. Why the HELL did it take so long to load?!? LMAO

We had some good down-time visiting with Chebbar's dad that night, then took him to the airport Sunday morning. *sniffles* Being here ALL! ALONE! made me weepy about missing my mama and ZOMG! what if this doesn't work? what if we HATE each other?!?

We don't. ;)

This place is starting to feel like home; Chebbar's enjoying the new job; my best friends will be moving here next month. If I could only figure out a way to teleport our family here whenever we wanted, it would be PERFECT!

Our first official welcome mat