Time hit a speed bump

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Me with a Mountie character outside the Yukon Strider

First, this has nothing to do with main topic but it was such a great experience that I had to share. Colin and I went to Canada’s Wonderland on Wednesday with CMHA (Canadian Mental Health Association). We had transportation there and unlimited fountain drinks and our tickets were only $10 each. That was the first amazing part.

Second, it called for horrible weather on Wednesday, thunderstorms and rain all day. It was a little drizzly but the rain stopped before we got to the amusement park and it was sunny for the rest of the day. Everyone else must have cancelled their plans because the park was empty. Colin and I wanted to go on the Yukon Strider, a roller coaster with a 90 degree drop, but he’d heard the lines were an hour and a half long. Instead we just walked right on… three times! This was the same for every ride. I used my disability pass twice and that was just because we wanted to be in the front row. It was, hands down, my best Canada’s Wonderland experience.

The rest of the week was quiet and boring to write about. Then this morning I got an email from the company who owns my new apartment building. Due to unforeseen issues, they’ve had to change my move in date from October 1st to December or January 1st. It’s a disappointment for me. I was down to 72 days left until my move in date and was handing in my notice on Friday. I’m now up to 133 days, if I move in on December 1st. The good news is it’ll give Colin more time to find a place. He’s got two agencies working to assist him in apartment/room hunting and another two helping him find a job. Between them all plus Colin and I, he should be settled in before I move in. That’ll also give me time and space to pack.

Now Colin’s got all the questions. What if I get told to move in early? What if they put all the subsidized units on the first floor and you’re able to go in early? What if all the subsidized units are on the top floor and it gets finished early and you’re told to move in? I kept explaining to him that no one will be moving in until the building is completely finished and eventually the questions stopped. I don’t know if that means he’s satisfied or if he’s just waiting for a later date and I’m scared to ask in case I set the questions off again.

I’d posted that time seemed to be speeding but it’s slowed right down again. There won’t be Thanksgiving or Hallowe’en decorations out this year and Christmas will depend on my move in date. Next year they’ll all be out in their glory and I’m looking forward to that.

And now to organize and wait because time will get here eventually.

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Time is sprinting…

Our current building does a home inspection every year and this year’s was done today. When the property manager and superintendent were leaving, I asked who I give the letter of notice to, the management office on the top floor or with the superintendents in the basement. It will be with the superintendents, who were quite surprised we were leaving. Then I realized I’m giving them my notice in three more weeks, the real start of the moving countdown. 83 days (today) seems very long. Two months doesn’t

Colin’s blissfully unconcerned about moving. He knows he’s getting a room… somewhere. Apparently someone in the John Howard Society has one but she was off for the last few days. I need to get Colin to call her tomorrow because I’m not nearly as blase as he is. He’s positive everything will turn out perfectly in the end, like this is some Disney Movie or one of his animes. But we’re not in a show and he needs to be a lot more proactive. Sadly I can’t push him into calling, it’s like moving a mountain. He’s stubborn to say the least.

Next we need to find boxes. It used to be easy. NoFrills, a Canadian grocery store, always had bins of boxes at the front of their store. We’d go in and grab the suitable ones. Now they’re selling yellow shopping bins at the front of the store. I guess free boxes were competition.¬† I know there’s boxes for sale at Home Depot because my sister got hers there. I’m still hoping for free boxes first.

I should have asked someone at NoFrills today what they do with their cardboard boxes now. No Frills being where Colin asked me to meet him, although honestly, it would have been better if I never went. I knew I was really anxious before I left but my psychiatrist suggested taking an ativan and immediately leaving, which I did. I might as well have taken a skittle considering my anxiety got worse instead of better. The walk to NoFrills¬† and back were okay seeing as we went through the park instead of down busy roads. And I made a beeline to my swing chair and giant soft carrot as soon as I got home. That helped a lot. Part of me wants to go out for a walk now because it’s gorgeous and being in the woods would be so nice. But the rest of me feels the anxiety squirming around my stomach and knows it would be one miserable struggle.

I’ve bought all sorts of things for my new apartment. Wooden cutlery rack, dishes, beautiful cutlery shaped like tree branches, candles from Bath and Bodyworks. And there’s so much more to buy. I need a new dish rack because mine is falling apart. My garbage can is a cheap one mounted inside a cabinet door and it’s breaking. We need a slim line one for the kitchen. Luckily I get the GST cheque after I move to pay for some of the odds and ends.

And it’s evening here again. The cats are all sleeping, Colin’s watching shows and me? I just don’t know.

And every passing second brings us closer and closer to moving. And then my life will start up anew.

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