The moving truck, that is. Get your mind out of the gutter, would you?
Tomorrow’s the day. Thomas and I are packing up everything in Edmonton into a GIGANTIC 20′ moving truck and hitting the road to Calgary. Everything just barely fit into the truck we rented last year, and I didn’t want to have to play furniture Tetris with this truck.
I feel like the last month has just flown by, and I can’t believe it’s already moving day. I don’t know if I’m ready for this! And I know I’m certainly not looking forward to driving 3+ hours with two cats in the car. Ugh.
Thomas came into town late last night so that he can help me pack up the house today and the truck tomorrow. We have cleaners going to the house in Calgary to make sure the carpets are done (the landlord’s last tenants left in a hurry and utilities were cut off before she could get it cleaned) and the walls (I’m pretty sure they were smokers and those walls are disgusting). My friend is letting them in, and I gave him a key last weekend when I was in town. The truck is rented, the friends have been called (although we can always use more help on either end, if anyone would like to come down in Edmonton or Calgary…hint hint). I just can’t believe my time in Edmonton is almost up (I’ll be staying until the end of the month to tie up all the loose ends here and give the townhouse one last thorough scrub so we can recoup our damage deposit) — I feel like there’s still so much I want to do here!
It’s only a three hour drive down the highway, but it’s a huge mental hurdle to overcome. Last minute plans with my friends here will be a lot harder to follow through on. Things will need to be planned in advance. But, I’m going to make the most of this opportunity, and I’m so excited to be regaining the friends I left behind in Calgary when I moved last year. I am so incredibly, crazy, unbelievably lucky to have strong ties in both cities.
Once the packing/unpacking mayhem is over, I’ll really be able to settle in and feel “at home.” Until then, I will continue to stress (despite Thomas’ insistance that there’s nothing to stress about) about the things that need to be done. I’m happy to be spending one last week with my parents (as opposed to staying in an empty townhouse), one last family hurrah before there’s travel time involved.