We have been living out of those same suitcases, in gypsy limbo, for four and a half months. In that time, Rich has gone back to the Yukon, closed our house up and driven back to Ottawa. He started a new job. I waited to have my last baby. I had her. We cried as our Whitehorse home sale fell through. We waited until it sold again in August. Abby started school, full day kindergarten. We bought a house here, but had to wait until October 8 to own it and October 30th to move in.
We are here, we have arrived! We are no longer homeless nomads and my mom will have the serenity of her house restored to her! I will finally get to set up the nursery I carefully planned out for Summer. I will follow through on my promise to Abby to live in a new house, with all of our own things. I will sleep in a bedroom with a door on it! I will begin rotating through more than two pairs of stretchy pants again!
There are little things and big things that excite me about moving into our new house, but the biggest is the arrival. I have been so ashamed and unhappy to be living in a state of, "I'll feel better when..." Now the responsibility for my happiness is returning squarely on my shoulders and I am utterly thrilled.
I am planning to go to our big empty house the moment it becomes "ours" to officially move our new energy in. It might sounds hippy dippy (but let's face it ... I am hippy-dippy) but I am planning to cleanse out the home's old energy and bring in an air of gratitude with a very Sarah home-blessing ceremony. In private.
I have been working on cultivating gratitude. When things get crazy and I start getting down in the dumps, I find gratitude is the best antidote. It is much easier said than done, so I have been doing a few guided meditations to quiet my busy thoughts and feel thankful. When I feel like yelling explosively at the terrible twins who do not listen to my instructions ever, I try to slow down and be grateful they're here at all. or else turn my anger into comedy via baby-shaming pictures: