A tumultuous month

On July 23rd I was asked to find another place to live; the homeowner wanted the apartment I was in for a family member.

This sense of homelessness sends me into feelings of panic though I have never actually been homeless. And so I did my best to calm myself and set about finding a new home. I’d been missing my old neighbourhood, the close proximity to my son and daughter-in-law as well as other family members, the streets to walk on, the park, but I started with little hope that I’d be able to afford anything in that neighbourhood.

My brother Jim suggested that we look for a place we could share — the two of us together could likely get something better than either of us alone.

One week into our search my lovely daughter-in-law volunteered to help; she loves to house-hunt! She sent me a link for a house to lease just two blocks from their place. I’d seen that ad, but had discounted is because it said, “No pets.” She encourage me to ask about it anyway. The next day Jim and I with Billie in tow looked at the place. The following day we met the landlord and signed the lease so we could start moving in the day after that!

It has felt to me like coming home. The floor plan of this place is almost identical to the house I owned on Ruskview Road for 13 years. Three bedrooms, finished basement, fenced back yard — we have never lived in a place with a fenced back yard in Billie’s lifetime!

A complication was that Trina and family arrived from California for a 2 week visit two days after our move-in day. That long weekend we’d booked a cottage on Lake Huron to spend time together as a family – first time ever since the kids left home. (We had a wonderful time; I’ll post some pictures eventually.) However, the move meant that the Gehieres could stay with me while they were in Kitchener, that would not have been possible had I been in Bloomingdale.

Yesterday was a beautiful late summer day, sunny and clear, not too hot. It felt to me like the first time in a month that I could really relax. Billie and I took a leisurely walk through Lakeside and Meinzinger parks.

My new home

Truth is, I hate moving! And I’ve done it too often and expect I will do it again. I certainly have too much stuff. Yet it is hard to decide what to keep and what to get rid of.

Plus, this time around I developed a sore throat and awful cough on moving day. As none of us are as young as we used to be, so I doubt I was the only one with a sore back on Saturday evening. As I did not have to have everything moved in one day, there is still moving to do.

Nonetheless, I do like my new home. I need to get more creative with storage (or get rid of more stuff yet), but the view out my windows is lovely. Billie is settling in nicely, though when we hear Lynn upstairs she gets concerned.

The walking is so nice. The Grand River Trail is just a few hundred meters from my door. I worry about meeting unleashed dogs as I know lots of people like to let their dogs run on these trails and Billie just doesn’t do well with other dogs. But we’ve been OK so far.

The strangest thing is my current lack of connections. My cell phone reception is very spotty and I have no other internet yet. Imagine, we used to always live this way.

Pictures will come when I have a better internet connection.

And now I have internet! Just a few pictures:

Moving

10mcalisterdr-bloomingdaleI moved into this building at 30 Avalon Place eight years ago to be near my mother. She lived, prior to going to the nursing home three years ago, just down the hall from me. I remember walking up the stairs one day after signing the deal on this place and feeling sick at the thought of living here. I really hadn’t ever lived in an apartment building before, always a house, with a back yard and all. But I did want Mom to be able to stay in her own place for as long as possible. And I did that.

Though I have never liked the building as a whole, I have liked my bright and sunny unit and Mom’s unit overlooking the park where we would see deer and glorious sunsets. For the first seven years the traffic noise from the expressway in front of my place was a problem. But last year they finished the sound barrier so that has improved significantly though traffic is always the background accompaniment.

So with Mom no longer here and a sound barrier making the place for sale-able, I decided it was time to get out. Next weekend I will be moving to Bloomingdale.

I hate moving, quite frankly. But I don’t want to be here any longer.

I’m going to miss the neighbourhood. The parks with their woods and pond and assorted wildlife, the walk to Simon & Christine’s house, Myron next door, Cheryl and Karl both within walking distance. But I will gain an almost rural living again. I will be a short walk from the Grand River and it’s trails. I will be further from work but closer to church. Perhaps I’ll be able to have a garden again. Always in life there are pros and cons. You take your pick and live with the consequences.

And so I am grateful for the opportunity to move, in a sense, to start over once again. God is with me.

A walk in the Woods

Yesterday I spent some time in Huron Natural Area. I love the wildflowers in the meadows, but the woods were so much cooler. (There, however, the mosquitoes thought I made a tasty snack.)

Here are some of the pictures I took; the variety of dragon/damsel flies was amazing. I saw (but didn’t get a picture of) my first Monarch butterfly of the season.