We (and the movers) survived the move. It's been all-encompassing for the past several weeks and I look forward to bringing a bit more balance to my life.
The process of dismantling my previous home, purging, packing and hauling the material contents of my life to my new one, and creating a new living space from scratch has prompted many emotions and reflections that I may eventually write about here.
In the meantime though, things are becoming settled. The 70's basement is awesome, the kitchen has been functional for five full days now (Huzzah!), and the contents of my office and studio boxes sit on white Ikea shelves, waiting to be organized into a practical space that's conducive to creativity.
The only glitch: we still don't have Internet access. I've been bumming time on D's iPhone, including the time spent writing this post (thank you D!). Since he's about to leave for work though I'm afraid I must cut my update here rather abruptly. I can't wait to be back full time.
It's time. I can't delay it any longer. We must disconnect the Internet and pack up the electronics.
The movers will be backing their truck into the driveway first thing tomorrow morning and the familiar sound of the diesel engine will no doubt kick me into a somewhat surreal high gear for the following three or four hours.
It's a routine all too familiar to me. First the walkabout to survey how much and what kind of stuff needs to go, then the dismantling of bigger pieces to fit through the doorways and finally, the rhythmic and coordinated loading of the truck.
I was hoping to craft a post on the ritual of leaving one home and creating another, tapping into the emotions and reflections of the past few weeks spent in limbo between the dismantling of our current living space and the preparation of the one to come. But alas the words just aren't there. Perhaps another post.
It's time to shut down for a few days to set up house. I'll see you flip side.
My home Internet connection is down this week and my tech support is on a beach in the Dominican Republic. My presence here tonight is courtesy of Sis & Bro-in-Law's generosity in letting me use their computer to catch up online.
Although initially I panicked, I think the lost Internet connection is a blessing in disguise. Had I had email an Facebook at my fingertips this week I surely wouldn't have accomplished all that I wanted to in preparation for next week's move. I guess in a way I am grateful.
choosing paint colours for what will soon become our new home
dealing with another move, realizing that I become very attached to any space I create for myself and how hard it is to leave each one
adjusting to the idea of living in a seventies bungalow after spending four years in circa 1920's abodes that fed my romantic soul with their woodwork, high ceilings and architectural detail
realizing that the '70s house we're moving to has just as much architectural detail, it's just different, and that maybe it'll feed my fun-loving funky soul for a while
washing, prepping and painting three rooms at the new place
sleeping
shopping for window coverings
eating take-out, trying to stay on the healthy side of things
neglecting my blog, my emails and my online community; beating myself up just a little because of it
crashing on the couch with D. and Cassie, escaping in episode after episode of Mad Men Season 2 (seriously, I can't watch just one!)
sleeping more
dealing with the odd bout of insomnia
purging belongings from a previous marriage, getting rid of the old to make room for the new, but keeping some of the old to honour it and remind me of the goodness and richness that helped me become who I am today
packing just a little, wondering how I'll get it all done before the move in two weeks from tomorrow
scheming a new-to-me palette for the living & dining rooms: all white walls grounded by our wood-tone furniture, accentuated with pops of colour inspired by Giselle:
watching the laundry and dustbunnies pile up in my current home
revelling in enthusiastic conversation and a stroll by the river with a good friend
enjoying good company and good food at an Easter BBQ graciously hosted by Sis and Bro-in-Law
getting excited for my other bro-in-law (on D.'s side) and his fiancée as they head down to Punta Cana to get married next Monday
reading a book called Refuse to Choose by Barbara Sher; it brought me so many a-ha moments it was almost overwhelming
adjusting to new types of tasks at the office after choosing to leave a project on which I'd been working for the past 18 months
trying to write my morning pages regularly to stay grounded during this time of transition
trying to eat healthy food to fuel my body to cull, pack and clean
fretting just a little bit over where I will set up my studio in the new place
pondering a new experiment with a new series of posts, similar to last month's Creative Triggers experiment
managing my expectations of what's realistic for me to achieve in the upcoming weeks, thinking they will be focused on creating a new space for D., Cassie and I
planning a '70s theme housewarming party (you betcha!)
mulling over roots, family and home and how I'm feeling drawn to settle down these days
enjoying the sensation of zest, energy and potential I feel at the thought of moving to our new home, continuing my art, and exploring other projects
A laughter-loving person forever practising the art of living life to the fullest - dreaming, learning, enjoying, observing, discovering and simply being me!
"Being a Creator, at its deepest level, means that you create your life. Being a Creator, at its deepest level, means that your life is your work of art." - Christine Kane