Today is the last day in my old house. We have lived here for twenty years and we are moving to Ottawa to be closer to family.
About a year ago we started downsizing. We organized closets and found things to donate to charity. But it was different!
A month ago we found a house we liked in Ottawa and the race was on. We have gone through the entire three-bedroom house and have probably got rid of two-thirds of the contents. We have been busy from early morning until late at night. We didn’t take a day off, but we did take several mini-breaks a day.
Not even once did we become angry with each other and we worked like a well-trained team. It was exciting!
Our daughters (4 of them) are all thrilled for us. Their children are looking forward to having Grandma and Grandpa living closer to them.
Yesterday I said good-bye to my dear friend, Roz. She was my teaching partner (we both taught grade 4) and was always there for me. She gave me good advice and several times was able to talk me through a tense situation. I hope I was able to do the same for her.
We went through the marriages of all of our daughters and the births of our grandchildren. She is kind, funny, and down to earth. I’ll miss her but I know she plans on visiting me soon. Still, there were a few tears as we parted.
Today I said good-bye to my wonderful friend, Eleanor. I taught with her husband and she taught at a school nearby. We were art partners, taking watercolour classes together, and critiquing each other’s work. We both managed to produce a few items that we framed and put on our walls.
Every fall, we spent our Saturdays going to Church Bazaars. We would enter raffles and buy used books and hand-sewn items. She once found me the perfect little Christmas tree for just $3.00, including decorations and lights! I once sold her sewing machine for $3.00 at a garage sale! You don’t quickly forget moments like those.
We were tea drinking buddies. We discussed everything from what was in the news, grandchildren, school happenings, husbands, fashion, art, and especially books we’d read.
Eleanor was born on a farm in Saskatchewan and her children are way out in Alberta. Her husband is a computer
nerd geek person like mine and we used to have Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners together. To say I’ll miss her would be an understatement. I hope she comes to visit soon. A few more tears were shed today when she left.
We are winding down. The books are packed, the food in the freezer has been eaten, the shelves are bare, the bathrooms have been cleaned, the floors polished, the carpets vacuumed, the walls and ceilings dusted (really!), and we are finding we have already packed things we still need. LOL.
So it is down to a few hours. The movers are coming in the morning and we will drive to Ottawa tomorrow afternoon. Our new adventure is just beginning as an old one comes to a close.