It’s July 2nd which means that in exactly ten days I will leave Tillsonburg for good, and in 11, I will leave the province of Ontario.
This weekend was a mish-mash of wickedly busy, emotional, amazing and exhausting. We had an open house on Saturday, which of course was spent after that night of trying to rescue all the boxes of stuff. Sunday morning I woke up early and dropped my husband off at the airport as he starts his new job in St. John today. Then the kids and I took some time to just hang out and chill for a while. On a whim, Sunday night we decided to drive 20 mins south of us to one of the local beaches where the kids dived into the waves and I sat on the shore with all our things and reminisced about how strange it feels to be the mom watching over the kids, how well I remember back when I was the kid playing in the lake and not giving a thought to things like making sure there were enough towels and that the glasses left behind were safe with the shed t-shirts.
Monday, Canada Day. My oldest daughter and I were finding it amusing that when we first moved to Tillsonburg Canada Day was the first real exploration of the town we did. We had only lived here for a few weeks, knew almost no one, and the kids and I had spent the day schlepping all over town to the various activities. How poetic that now, with just a few weeks until we leave, we should again find ourselves touring the town and enjoying the festivities as a small unit of mother and children yet again. It felt like closure.
Tomorrow my middle child leaves for the summer to go and be with her Aunt, Uncle and cousin. We won’t see her again until August, which means the next week and a half until we all land out east it’s just me and three kids in a house that is used to housing seven people. It’s weird.
No hits on our home here yet, but we’re onward anyway late next week. I’m starting to get the nervous/excited jitters already. What an incredible opportunity for us to start our lives all over again in a brand new adventure.
Also, last call on anyone I know close by who wants to say goodbye.
Now, that being said, I am being told by my children that my taste in music can run to the….old. Cheeky little buggers. Any suggestions for good driving tunes to load up on the iPod?? Hint: we like everything but old country.
Apparently my wanting to add “Creeque Alley” dates me. Who knew?