My husband came up from the dark and dank basement where we’ve spent the last month. He sat down at the kitchen table, poured a glass of wine, opened a bag of fully dressed chips and pronounced: “I’m done. I’m overwhelmed.”
It’s a little worrisome, given that the worst, or best depending on how you look at it, is yet to come.
The past month has sped by like a bullet. After settling in nicely with the folks and figuring out how to deflect my dad’s missives, we found contentment and peace. Being out of the city and away from all its trappings has turned out to be a paradise all of its own, and a nice transition to what will hopefully be a similar lifestyle in Costa Rica.
Now, we’re packing up again, making our second move in a month and same stresses and anxiety have returned like a recurring cold sore — painful but hopefully short lived.
We purged once, before moving out of our house, and now we’re doing it again but struggling. This isn’t like overpacking one suitcase for a three-day vacation. We have one large piece of luggage, two duffel bags and four carry ons. How much does one really need for a year?
And of course, we’ve left it all until the last minute. Almost every spare moment has otherwise been spent visiting friends, family, running errands and working. The social calendar in one month has exceeded our entire last year, which leads me to another question? Why does it take a move away to take the time to see the people who matter most in your life? It’s like the gathering of family and friends at a funeral, only I’m still alive.
Speaking of funerals, there will no doubt be one in the next few days for a fatal shooting in Calgary, likely the latest victim in an ongoing gang war. This followed another drive-by last week — gunplay that happened in a busy and upscale area near downtown.
This city, my home for nearly four decades, has morphed into something unrecognizable. And I’m not sorry to be leaving it.
So long Calgary. So long house. So long friends and family.
Four more sleeps to paradise.
Not so long before it’s hola Costa Rica.