The Night before the Day of...

It's crunch time, and then some. This last week has been a trip. A real trip. For Rod, at any rate.

Wednesday night: We had to run from work to the North end to get the U-haul truck we reserved, a 10-ft box. On the way, Rod informed me that his Baba had fallen and suffered some injuries (she's about 94 years old or so), so we had to get the truck and go out to Vegreville. We got to the U-haul, and they said no, the truck was at the original place we arranged to pick it up at, a depot in Central Edmonton. So back into the car and away we go. We got there to a drycleaning shop, walked in and told them why we were there, and they looked at us like we were crazy. They don't have 10 ft trucks, and furthermore what they did have available wasn't for out of town. Fuck. After over an hour on the phone and so on and so forth, U-haul arranged to give us a 17 ft. truck for the same price as the 10 ft. deal. We got it, we ran home to change to go get Marie, and Rod realizes we need to buy a lock for the back of the truck, so he runs over the Shoppers to get one. I'm waiting, it's already close to 7, and it's a time crunch. He comes back, parks and locks the truck, and we go to the McDonald's on 112 Ave to get Marie, where Rod realizes he's lost his wallet. Fuck. We ate, we decided we can't get out to Veg, so back here to search for the wallet somewhere between our place, Shoppers and the truck, which is a one block radius. It was so stressful, I was in tears. About 45 minutes later, I'm in the back alley alone, and some dude was wandering around looking for "Bruce". My heart skipped a beat as I informed him I was looking for my Husband's wallet, and he produces it. I could've kissed him.

So a night of packing was lost, I had to take Thursday morning off (unpaid) to pack and help Rod load the truck, and get things ready for him to get on his way.

Friday: Rod gets to the apartment in Burnaby, and guess what! There's a U-haul out front, and the previous tenant is *just* moving out, a full 6 days after he was supposed to have vacated. So Rod's not going to get our stuff in until the evening, and the suite isn't ready. The painter's coming in, the carpet cleaners are coming in, and the suite inspection can't be done. Boo. Worse still, Rod had nowhere to stay, so the building put him in the social room where there's a futon, they comp his meal, and offer to pro-rate us a full day on our rent next month. If this is what it's like just to move in, I can only imagine the nightmare of getting repairs and maintenance requests completed. I foresee a short stay in that location.

Saturday: Rod flies home. Little else is accomplished.

Sunday: Packing. Packing. Packing. Which means I pack, and Rod piddles around with the mess of papers and crap around his desk, sorting and then not packing said crap. Discouraged, I get little else done too. Fuck it, if he can work slowly, so can I, right? Plus, it's TV night!

Monday: Supper with Lori, Jette and Chris. Good times! Pictures involved, none here. Home to pack sparingly. Not good times.

Tuesday: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! TOO MUCH TO DO! HEAD ESPLODING!! (READ: Rod leave tomorrow with almost everything else.)

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15 days left, Edmonton...

In 15 days time, I will be hopping in the car about now, and pulling out of town. Our apartment is a WRECK. There are boxes everywhere is various states of use; there is still SOOOOO much left to pack and only 5 days left to do much of it; we still need to go to the vet, arrange to shut off our utilities, change our address over with dozens and dozens of places, And so on.

So how am I not going insane? I've distracted myself with eBay. Ahhhh, good old eBay! My purse addiction has met it's life partner in eBay, and after less than I week, I've won bids for a Louis Vuitton Pouchette and an Adidas purse, both on their way to me from across the ocean in Jolly Old England. But also after less then a week, I've decided I need to pull myself off of there because I'm going to be unemployed soon and I should direct my resources into moving and saving some for bills, etc.

I'm also on the hunt for a job down there, as SFU still hasn't gotten back to me, making me a bit antsy. Rod had a pretty good interview with a headhunter here in town, but she focuses primarily on Edmonton, so we can only guess what she'll come up with in Vancouver/Burnaby. It's tricky business trying to find a job in a new province. When I moved to Edmonton, no one wanted to hire me, and interviews were few and far between because I was competing with a larger job market, and I suspect employers were more interested in hiring people with Local experience AND references. I wonder if we'll encounter the same issues out there.

Anyways. Also distracting me from Moving Madness is that being the long weekend, my parents are in town with my niece Morgan, and we had her overnight last night. I'm getting some family time in this weekend, while Rod goes out to Vegreville tomorrow for Easter to get his family time in too, because starting on Tuesday, we'll be so busy, we'll barely even see each other, nevermind drop in for tea and biscuits with mummy and daddy. Rod's set to leave on Thursday with the first load of stuff, and then he'll be back on Saturday, only to load up again with almost everything else and take off the following Thursday, thus ending the Edmonton chapter of our life.

Moving on, moving on...

3 weeks left and beyond the threshold of Old

It's just after midnight, meaning technically it's Saturday, and in three weeks plus a day, I will be leaving this city. Of course, in less then 3 weeks, Rod will be gone, having gone ahead with our belongings and the cats to make it easier for me to clean and get back as much of our damage deposit as possible.

This last week has been anything but easy. In the same day, I found out that SFU had put my application into suspension to be manually reviewed, thus delaying things to the point of fear, AND the news came that the apartment we had lined up almost fell through because the previous tenant was still "negotiating", throwing my week into a virtual talespin. Add to that the fact that neither of us in employed out there, and the apartment we're in currently was rented out in breakneck speed, and we've got ourselves a full blown emergency. But thankfully today, the apartment situation came back on line and I can relax somewhat, knowing that at least we've got a home.

It was a genuinely strange week too, as I kept thinking it was the day after what the date actually was, and this made for some very grumpy mornings at work. It was all in an effort to get to today, which I had taken off so that I could take care of Morgan, who was in transit between Grande Prairie and Fort Chipewyan. I can't recall doing much of any significance at work either, as we're sort of in the middle of projects that put a damper on some of the stuff I'm supposed to be doing.

Furthermore, I had to go in for the ever-annoying pap smear this week, which is always a truly delightful experience for any girl (but only if she's a frickin' sadist). You'll be happy to know that my girl bits are still operating as per standard. Hurray for me.

Then, to add insult to injury, I crossed the threshold into Old. I noticed last month after a night out celebrating St. Paddy's Day that I was getting wrinkles under the eyes. Not crow's feet, just wrinkles, and I've emotionally prepared myself for that day when I made such a discovery. I always said I planned to grow old gracefully, and that's still the plan. But my ego took a hit this week, as I realized I was not, in fact, the only one to notice that Time was marching on right over my face...I've been to several establishments that serve alcohol or sell lottery tickets, and not once in all these trips, was I asked to produce identification verifying that I am of legal age to partake in the above activities. This crisis of vanity is also spurred on by the fact that I am bound to a man who is now 30 years old, which means I'm no spring chicken anymore.

So there you have it...I've nearly lost a home, my mind and my self esteem in one week. So keep an eye out for the next entry...gawd only knows what else will befall little OLD me.

T minus 4 weeks....

This is it people...the countdown is on until the Poitras/Chudyk household completely vacates the City of Edmonton. It's a scary fucking thought. We've only just begun to pack, starting with the books and games. We're still on the lookout for a 2 bdrm apartment in Burnaby, not to mention a job for Rod.

But this weekend we took some time to enjoy ourselves. Friday was Rod's 30th birfday, and we decided to throw a party at the BP's party room on Whyte Ave. It was a combination Rod's birfday/Rod's last day of work/Rod and Fancy Bon Voyage party, and we got to see some people we haven't seen in what seems like a million years. It was good times.

For about a month, I was agonizing over what to get Rod, wanting to spoil him and top the iPod Nano from xmas. This is the first time I've had a real job with real money since we've been together, and who knows how long it will be until I'm in this position again, so I wanted to go out with a bang. Finally it came to me...his precious request for an LCD monitor. I settled on one quickly, getting the 19 inch Samsung 930B model, but getting the damn thing was hard because there were so few at Futureshop, and in the span of 2 weeks, the price went up from $359 to $449, but Staples came through with one for $412, plus the taxes and warranty. Then my parents came through with a wireless keyboard and mouse set, so Rod got absolutely spoiled for his Birfday. His World of Warcrafting has just become much more visually stimulating.

Also on Friday, we signed away our apartment here for April 30th, so it's official, for now we are, on paper at least, Homeless. The downside is that the landlord can come in and show the suite at their discretion, and they didn't waste any time, telling us they were showing yesterday afternoon, so we had to scurry to clean up a bit, and then make ourselves scarce for 4 hours. That wasn't a problem though, because yesterday was all about the shedding. We left with a full car of stuff to donate, pass on, recycle, etc., and we can home with an empty car. It felt good to get that done at least, and it won't be the last time we see the Goodwill over the next 4 weeks.

So far the packing it not happening quickly, as all that's packed is most of the books and most of the board games. But today I'll go buy a bunch of bubblewrap to kickstart the process. Come hell or highwater, we're going to be ready to go with the first of two full truck in 2 weeks! So much to do in the meantime. I've made the move between provinces before, whereas Rod's never really made a big move (because his parents are an hour and a half away, most of Rod's childhood memories are there), so I'm interested to see how Rod handles it.

Stay tuned for a running commentary on the ups and downs of the move.