My goodness what a crazy week. I figured since I was done unpacking it was time to have our house warming party…so I started baking. I broke my banana bread curse. For those of you that haven’t heard about it – every single time I went to make banana bread over the last ten years it has totally screwed up. Always different mistakes, but it always screwed up. So I had given up – figuring the banana bread gods had forsaken me. But as I prepared for the open house I decided to give it another go. And it succeeded. So I baked up a storm, regular banana bread, chocolate chip banana bread, oatmeal raisin cookies, cinnamon raisin scone cookies and so on. I also bought some things a fruit tray, a veggie tray and a buttload of drinks both alcoholic and non. I’ll admit – perhaps I went a little overboard. But I just wanted everyone to have a good time and enjoy our new home and the hospitality that comes with it.
All day we had friends, coworkers and associates through. Some stayed for a little while and others stayed for a long time. It was so great to reconnect with people that perhaps I have been ignoring in my stress induced packing haze. I felt like Vanna White as I showed multitudes of people through our home. *Arm waving gracefully* “And this is the Kitchen…”
The one thing I can take away from my house warming party is the love and affection that I felt to my very bones. Even though I had been a tad distracted and self-focused over the last couple of months, my friends still loved me and were genuinely happy for me. I have the best friends. We laughed, we drank and we had fun as we sat out back on my beautiful new deck. Darkness crowded in and still we had people. I lit candles (much to the amusement of my Dad who thought it was too warm for candles – but sometimes men just don’t get the necessity of ambiance) Overall it was a great weekend, surrounded by love and laughs.
Yesterday we went to Toronto (again) on the search for a room for Thing 1 to live in while in college this September. First let me rewind. Last week we spent Wednesday looking for apartments / rooms. What a waste of time, energy and gasoline. Although spending the day with my kids is never a bad thing…looking at rooms that ranged from skanky to Skanky to SKANKY didn’t help with my separation anxiety. The one room looked like there should have been a number of murders in the space. Concrete walls, squishy stairs to a dank basement. Two hot plates plugged in behind the hot water tank. AND the kicker…she opens the door to show us the bedroom and the guy renting it was asleep in the bed still. Yes, you heard me right she showed us the room while someone was still there. Ugh. I shuddered with disgust for a half hour afterwards. As did Thing 2, while Thing 1 told us to “Stop being such girls” We came home…frustrated, scared and unsure how to proceed. And I was more terrified than ever about my Baby Boy moving to THE CITY. But I foraged on…and last night we drove back for another viewing. This time the house was aged, but clean. The landlord was nice but not creepy nice. The room was big enough and bright enough. There was drywall on the walls, and actual flooring on the floor. It was close to the college and close enough to where Thing 1 hopes to work. It was at the top of his budget – but not over budget (unlike many of the questionable places we had seen) Overall a win. We should be signing the lease tonight. And boy am I happy. Not happy that my kid is going away but happy that we have a place for him to go to. He won’t be living on the streets or couch surfing.
Deep breath, Mama bear is maintaining her calm. Managing to accept that this is the way things are meant to be….this, the moving out is the natural progression of things.
Now that our house warming is done, rooms are set up and found, I have spent some time in my office. And boy oh boy do I love it. Yesterday morning I was in there with my tea in hand editing away. It was wonderful. So hopefully soon I will have some new stuff out there and ready to go but until then I soldier on.
Enjoy your day
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