Technokayla’s Blog

What a month it’s been.  It’s the twenty fourth, which means it’s almost time for us to be out of the condo.  We’re planning on moving the boxes, and ourselves, to our parents’ houses on Friday, moving all the big things on Saturday, and cleaning the place on Sunday.  Not much is packed, other than Aden’s things, which means we have a lot to do this week.  I hate packing, but I’d much rather pack up me and Aden’s things than have Richard do it his way (his way being throwing things into a box or garbage bag).  I guess we’ll have it all done, little by little, before the weekend.  I really wish we didn’t have to go to separate houses, but it’s the only way things are going to work.  I’m still trying to be optimistic about it, but it’s only getting harder.  I keept telling myself and Richard that it’s only for a month, we can handle it… blah, blah, blah.

I’m excited for next Tuesday though.  It’s Canada Day!  One of my most favourite days!  I’m not super patriotic or anything… I’ve just been looking forward to dad’s BBQ since I missed it last year!  And obviously I’m excited because it’s Aden’s first one.  I don’t know who’s more excited about Aden’s first parade: me or Wendy.  It’s supposed to rain that day, which is pretty crappy, but we’ll live.  After all, it’s BBQ, rain or shine!

One more thing.  Blair’s dad died over the weekend.  It’s still hard to believe.  He had pretty bad cancer, and it took a major turn for the worst.  I didn’t know him very well, and he really seemed to resent me when I got pregnant, but he was still a great guy.  It’s just so sad that something so bad can just… happen to people.  I know, people die all the time, but it just sometimes feels like it shouldn’t happen to people around you, especially not when they’re still young.  I never know what to say in a situation like this.  I’m doing my best, but I feel like I’m going to mess up and say something I shouldn’t.  What a hard time Blair must be having… I can’t imagine.

We looked at the townhouse again yesterday, this time with Hannah and Russ.  They thought it was a pretty awesome place, and, obviously, so do I.  I hope we get it, but I’m really, really trying not to get my hopes up.  Sometimes I just can’t help it!

 I’m not looking forward to moving at all.  I want out of this place so bad, but moving is so hectic, and I really hate to make Richard do the whole thing, but I’m afraid I won’t be much help with Aden around.  It so crappy that we have to split up our little family for the time-being, but we really don’t have another choice.  Richard knows that I won’t go back to his parents’ house and it wouldn’t be fair making him go to mine.  We both get that.  I just hope my parents remember that they said Aden and I can go stay there.  They’re both pretty good at forgetting things.  And, if we get that place, it’ll only be until the beginning of August at the very latest, so by the time we get everything moved and stored away, it’ll only be a month we have to stay there.  Of course, even if we don’t get the townhouse we’ll still look for a place we can get into August first (but I am soooo hoping we get the townhouse).

It’s weird, actually.  I can’t really see myself living in the townhouse, as much as I love the place.  Actually, I couldn’t really see us living in this place either, when we first saw it.  But here we are.  I remember when I was younger, I could see myself doing something, and I could feel whether it was really going to happen or not.  But since my life has been turned completely upside-down, it’s not really like that anymore.  Every day is a surprise.  And, when it comes to the townhouse, I hope we get a really good surprise.  I hope we can find out sooner, rather than later, if we actually get the place.