I hardly even know where to begin.
Okay, so we had the opportunity to fly to Saint John this weekend to check out a few things prior to moving there in (eep!!) just a few weeks.
First of all, we arrived at the airport exactly an hour and fifteen minutes before our flight, which meant we had to be up at home at 5:30 in the morning and I don’t usually ‘do’ early mornings. But, we needed to be there at least an hour before the flights, so, up we were.
Now, we had to wait in line to check our bags but we figured, hey, we’re here, we will be fine.
By the time we had gotten to the counter, we had missed our window by 5 minutes. No amount of cussing, begging, complaining would make them change their minds. It didn’t matter that she saw us in the line for twenty mintues, the flight was closed. We missed it by five minutes. 5 minutes!!
So, we had to pay them 160 dollars for us to get bumped onto the next flight. 4 hours later.
I did what any normal girl would do in that situation. I went to the bookstore. I bought “Losing it” by Cora Cormack and finished reading almost the entire book before we even boarded our new flight. More on that book on a later post.
The flight was great, nice and short and we arrived in Saint John around 5pm. We got into our rental car and took a drive.
I hadn’t been to the East Coast since I was a young teenager, and I don’t think I had ever been to Saint John. Mirimichi, Moncton, Fredricton yes, but this was my first journey to the harbour town (that I recall). It’s Gorgeous!
Anyway, we had the most delectible seafood dinner of, um, EVER and then went to get some sleep before our busy Saturday.
On Saturday, through the pouring rain, we went to see the house we have an offer on (as I had only seen pictures) and I swooned and pictured all my furniture there as well as my kids. I started assigning rooms in my head. It is a perfect home. Then we drove off alongside a stunning lake to see a rental house, just in case our house here doesn’t sell before we need it to.
Sidebar: wanna buy a house??
We spent the rest of Saturday checking out the area, getting soaked in the rain, laughing, stressing and enjoying our soon to be new surroundings. We bought pizza and went back to the hotel where we watched comedy shows on You Tube and laughed until I peed. Yes, literally. I had five kids, dudes. My bladder pretty much is always on strike.
Sunday we arrived back home (no missed flights) and hugged and kissed the kids and dogs and started back into the reality of ‘oh holy shit we have to sell our house, um, now!’.
There are only a few weeks left to go, and it’s already been a wild ride.
I’m struck every so often by how much I will miss. My favourite park in Tillsonburg, my favourite park in Cambridge, my friends, my parents house where almost every major holiday has been since I was 8 years old. My old hometown of Elora. So much. But, after spending the weekend in my soon to be new home, I know I will come to love it too.
I’m looking forward to new beginnings, even if it means saying some very hard goodbyes.