Franglo

This past weekend my husband and I joined households, we finally moved my stuff to Montreal. It was an insanely busy weekend; we meet on the train Friday night. He got on the train downtown and I met him in Dorval. We arrived into Toronto around 10 pm and took a cab to my condo mid-town.

The next morning up early, breakfast and Tim Horton and then called an Uber to take us across town to pick up the U-Haul truck.  We started loading the truck at 11 am and by 2 pm we were finished. I was fortunate enough to have one of my friends who is very detail oriented help us load the truck because as it turns out, I have a lot of stuff.  Quick lunch and we were on the road back to Montreal by 3 pm.  We arrived home by 9pm and called it a night.

The next day the unloading started at 8:30, my brother-in-law showed up at 9 and we were able to unload the truck in record time.  The boys took the truck back and I started the unpacking process. Throughout the day, we were able to unpack about 85% on my belonging. Fitting my pieces of furniture into the household taking into account the space need for the kid’s activities, his disdain for clutter and my needing to feel like the house started to have my personality.

Success, we celebrated that night with a nice dinner out and a bottle of champagne from Cuba that we did not drink on our wedding night. I did not need any more alcohol by the time we made it back to the room that night.

The weekend was about ebbs and flows. He recognized that I was emotional over the event, closing one chapter while beginning another. Let’s not kid ourselves, moving is stressful.  Add in fatigue which heightens emotions, this was a job we did not hire out so there was a lot of manual labour involved. Success we came out the other side with compromise and a wiliness to make space for one another physically, emotionally and mentally.