So, we’re in the process of moving. Sold the house and bought a ground floor condo with some green space out back I don’t need to mow and a driveway/parking area I don’t have to shovel. The reasoning behind it was twofold – cut in pay at work, escalating property taxes, university costs and I will officially be an empty nester come September.
I have been painting my little heart out at the new place and slowly moving some stuff in. I am already very excited about moving in. It’s still by the lake, lots of mature trees and so QUIET!! Both WB and WG love it and they still have their own rooms.
But the packing of the old place?? Dear lord we are pack rats. I never thought so before but I put 7 garbage bags on the curb this morning for pick up. That’s garbage. Multiple bags of clothes have already been donated. WB had shirts that still had price tags on them that don’t fit. Me? A pair of size 6 pants in my closet. Not sure who the hell I was trying to fool but I haven’t seen that on a piece of clothing in quite some time.
WB leaves Friday for Halifax. The new girlfriend lives near there and for his birthday just past, I bought him a ticket for one week. So now I’m stressing over what to get her parents as a thank you gift for having him for the week. A nice box of chocolates just doesn’t seem to cut it. See cute pic of the couple below – taken St Paddy’s Day:

She is a super sweet, very funny and intelligent woman. I heart her already and have really only spent a lunch with her and moving home day from residence. She is coming to visit us though the short week in August, so hopefully we can get to know each other better.
WG is in full blown exam panic-my life is over-I’ll never get anything done end of school mode. Between my lack of sleeping and heightened stress levels, WB’s I don’t have to listen to this crap attitude, WG’s hormones out in full force and only 24 hours in a day – we are all getting on each other’s nerves just a wee bit. Hence….
Another reason why I like the new place - I’m sitting here right now in the one fully done room – the dining room – in peace and quiet. I painted two walls a colour called Slippery Rock, the other one Belgian Cream (its open concept). The baseboards, which are huge, are done in Champagne. My grandma’s walnut dining room table is in with my new black leather parson’s chairs. Drapes hung. Butcher’s block wine rack partially stocked. And previously requested stolen internet from my new neighbour.
All I need is a bed and I may just leave the kids at the house to fend for themselves.


