A little while back, my mum and I decided that it would be a good idea for me to move from Montreal to her house near Kingston for a couple of months, before we leave for PEI at the end of April. The reasoning behind this decision was that, aside from getting to be together, I would also have more time to focus on getting things ready for the shop, as opposed to trying to juggle my hairdressing business and working on shop stuff in my spare time, which is what I've been doing for the past months.
So I spent last week packing, trying to get rid of things I don't need, and, basically, running around like a chicken with her head cut off. We were also, during this time, trying to find a place to stay on the Island. And I was (and still am) getting stuff ready for the shop. There was a lot going on. For the record, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this was not the fun part of the adventure. Not by a long shot. This was the part where I had to remind myself, on an almost hourly basis, why we're doing this. The part where I was tired, stressed out, and about as much fun as a shoe. The part where, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I gasped at the crazed, baggy-eyed lady reflected back to me. The reason I mention this part is not to be a whiner but just that I want to paint an accurate picture of what this journey is like, at the very least, so that I can remember how it all went down. The good bits and the not-so-fun ones too. And last week was a not-so-fun part, for sure.
But the good news is (and there's lots of it) that, thanks to the generous spirits and strong bodies of a few great friends, my move to my mum's is done! And as I drove out of Montreal last Friday evening, I could already feel the stress of the last few weeks (and my spirits) lifting. I could already feel the joy burning its way back in again!
And, as of yesterday, we now have a place to call home when we get to the Island! It's a temporary home, mind you. We'll be there for 5 months - the same amount of time the shop will be open. But we love it! And we'll figure out what comes next in due time.
For now, there is just a lot of gratitude:
- for my new roomie
- for the amazing friends who helped me move
- for future neighbours of the schoolhouse on PEI who, somehow, found me on Facebook and, despite having never met me, sent me the loveliest message
- for so many kind words received from so many of you
- for the neighbour's dog who visits us every morning
- for getting the chance to spend a couple of months in the last house my paps lived in
And that's where we're at these days, friends. Planning, trusting, feeling grateful, and making tiny leaps and bounds.