• Chris Francisco

Moving Day

A lot has happened since the last post. Like, a whole lot. We finished packing everything we own into large boxes for the movers, packed our absolutely necessary belongings into smaller boxes for the drive, and moved the small stuff (and Natasha) into our friends' house in Brookhaven. They've been gracious enough to let us stay in their finished basement until we get a firm departure date, and we really can't thank them enough for that. It definitely beats a hotel or AirBnB, and Natasha has settled in quite well. I keep bringing her up because I've been stressed for months about her transition each step of the way. As many of you know, cats generally don't like moving, cars, or anything that involves travel. And she's almost 17. I know we'll be fine, but we can't explain what's going on to her. But so far, she seems happy. We also have a canine housemate named Max that lives upstairs, and despite how sweet he is, he and Natasha will not be meeting.






Anyway, today was the day the movers came to get our stuff. There have been a lot of events over the last couple weeks where I've thought "wow, it's real now." But seeing all our possessions carted out to the truck was probably the height of that feeling for us. Marny lived in our place for 13 years (me for almost 6), and it was the first house she ever bought. We put a lot of work into it together, and we liked living there. Now it will be someone else's, and that's a lot to take in.


We still don't know a definite departure date, and my stomach is revolting against all the fast food I've had to eat over the past 4 days. I think I'm up to 4 meals that involved some form of fried chicken. I love fried chicken, but enough already. We're thankfully cooking a real meal for our hosts tonight that won't involve fried chicken (still chicken, though).


More to come over the next few days. We hope to finally answer the one question that everyone keeps asking: "when are you leaving?"

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About me

After almost 20 years living in Atlanta, Georgia, my husband and I decided it was time to make a change. We packed up our lives, grabbed our beloved cat, and ventured North to re-make our lives in Montreal, Canada.  Did I mention we don't speak French yet?

 

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