The wait goes on, and the wait goes on. Good song lyrics but the increase in stress
of not knowing when exactly I can move is really starting to weigh on me. I have an estimate from the moving company
but no set date and I’ve postponed them twice.
My son wants my hide-a-bed, but I can’t give it to him until I move or I
will have no place to sleep. He moves on
the 28th, so I know he would like to get it soon. I have had the junk people in once, but there
is a bunch more to go, including a few things I am still using.
I have said goodbyes to the house and neighbourhood time and
again, only to still be here. That being
said, while I was at the dog park today, enjoying a rare bit of sunshine, I
looked around at my neighbourhood to embed it deep in my memory. It was at that time that I realized how
drastically my whole neighbourhood has changed.
It used to be all WWII style houses and primarily Italian, English
and Slavic families and now there is a plethora of monster homes, with laneway
houses added on and it is primarily Asian now.
I’m not being negative with that statement, or racist, it’s just amazing
to me just how much the neighbourhood has changed in the last 5 years. It is no longer where I grew up and those
memories will be what stay with me the most.
With no set move-in date as yet, I’m stuck between a rock
and a hard place. Renee and I have gone
out looking at furniture and have a few things picked out, but I can’t go buy
anything because I cannot give them a date to deliver the items to the house. I’m trying to get an estimate from a
contractor to install a winch in the garage to pull the boat in, but therein
lies the same problem. I would do it
myself but I don’t have the tools to drill into concrete and with my back in
the shape it is in, I don’t know whether I could physically do it either.
Doing my final inspection and seeing inside my place for the
first time, has really whetted my appetite for moving in. I have done a little exploring around Maple
Ridge and seen all sorts of great scenery and potential wildlife photo
opportunities. I’ve also done a lot of
searching online. While East Vancouver
is still my neighbourhood, it’s fast being pushed to the edges of my memory and
the new opportunities are beginning to fill the void left behind.
It’s all a waiting game and I just have to be patient until
the time comes. It’s just difficult and
it’s like being a kid near Christmas and waiting for your gifts. In this case I already know what the present
is, but just the anticipation of embarking on my new life is what is making
everything so difficult. Good things
come to all those who wait, and I’m waiting, and waiting, and waiting…
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