We have been preparing for this day very slowly since March and now the time has come.
We are moving from Ontario to BC this week. I fly with Mitzi, our 12-year-old Siamese-ragdoll cross cat, from Toronto Pearson International Airport on Saturday morning. My husband and our two youngest begin their week-long drive across the country in my car, going through the US to save on gas. (Our daughter moved there last week.)
The house isn’t fully ready for this…
We are still showing it, hoping it sells before we leave. This week is going to be stressful enough as it is. I am working every day and packing up rooms every night. In the middle of all of that, trying to spend as much time as possible with my son who is staying behind with his wife and their near one-year-old son. My first grandchild, my little Z!
I’m not fully ready for this…
I’m going to miss our church, our Mischuk family, and our friends, but leaving our grandson behind is going to hurt the most (yes and my son and daughter-in-law too). For the last 9 months, we’ve been able to see little Z every single day as they lived in our basement apartment. He lights up when he sees his Mimi (that’s my gramma name). He has my heart and I am going to miss him!
I’m grateful for technology, but watching him grow up on Instagram stories and Facetime isn’t as good as in real life. I’ve already purchased my flight to see him for his 1st birthday in October!
This move is bitter sweet…
I’m saying goodbye to a life I’ve built since May 1996, but I’m excited to live near my mom, in the same Province, in the same town, for the first time in nearly 27 years. I’m excited to be within driving distance of most of my family!
I’m excited to see the Pacific Ocean every single day! I’m excited to live in the house my dad built in the early 90’s for his family. I’m excited to plan regular Sunday night dinners with family and friends.
I’m excited to see what God has for us for this next chapter in our lives.